The year when I still had those colored ballpoint pens and filled many pages of my diary with just a couple of words in pop-art designer letters. No, I didn't end up as any kind of designer, it was just how I imagined the life should be, colorful and artsy. And that the design should serve to make our lives aesthetically pleasing, not to improve sales. The end result is that I doubt I'll find much useful information in the diary to reconstruct things and times. Hopefully, there will be a few loose threads, and I'll see how much sweater will I unravel when I pull.
Also, the year when I finished elementary school and enrolled in gimnazija.
4-XI-2020 - 21-III-2025