Nataša Hvala

I was sitting on an old tree stump just a bit above the path to Senica. I closed my eyes and opened my ears. The wind was moving through the leaves above and around me, creating a subtle noise. I sat completely still. Very soon the sound of beech tree Read more…

First you have to meet Duja baba. Duja baba was a giant woman that lived long time ago on a hill called Senica. She was so big she could stand with one feet on Senica and the other one on Logarsce. She washed her laundry in the Baca river. In Read more…