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Belgrade, Bulgaria, Josip Broz Tito, Montenegrin, Montenegro, Moscow, Sofia, Ukraine, Yugoslavia
Some vintage pictures for you – of a life as it once was…
Growing up in Ukraine, early 70ies, with my grandmother of blessed memory:
My father, concentration camp survivor joins People’s Liberation Army ( to the right) :
In Belgrade, during 50ies (my father to the left, with mustache: )
Strolling and catching up on the news – the tanks seemed to be a part of the landscape (Ukraine in 70ies)
My mother marrying into Montenegrin tribe of Bratonozic ( Bratonožići) in 1959:
The day when Tito died… (Embassy of Yugoslavia in Sofia, Bulgaria.)
Northern Montenegro, late 70ies
Mother wearing a wig:
Existential ennui at an early age …
Montenegrin coast, mid 70ies
“The best son of our people”… Who knew all of it will end in blood in tears…
Loving these images my dear friend.
Thank you, dear Hildegerd! xxxx
Wonderful family portraits.
Thank you, my friend! xx
Love old photos, love your old photos … Thanks for sharing Lena!
Thank you that you are, dear Jim!
Priceless, in many ways, and triggers something in me. I viewed the same, from afar, from books, and to witness now is quite something..
Thank you dear – for all the kind words, and for your soul who wandered enough and suffered enough – to feel it ❤
Your strongest point..your soul. Definitely can be felt through those black and white pictures.
Thank you, dearest. Everything but the soul is ephemeral indeed, as alluring as it might come across… Thank you for the interest in my work and in me personally, i appreciate that.
You are appreciated, darling, much!
thank you (likewise) ❤