Porodica Bistrih Potoka

A life has been living for 35 years in a 100-years-old village house in the nature of Rudnik Mountain hillsides. A writer who accepts one-man anarchy as a way. A lifestyle away from city technology and consuming that dictated by civilization.

He welcomes warmly everyone who would like to join to his life that he has started with staying away from complications and money system.

He provides nearly all he needs from nature. Vegetables growed in a little garden, home-made pickle, tomato paste and drinks are kept in a larder for winter. Most of the woods for fire are picked from forest in amount of daily need and cut. Water is taken from the river across the house, drinking water is provided from a small spring 1 km away.

There’s no chemical cleaning here. Using detergent only for pots which vegetables are cooked in doesn’t seem logical to me.

Boshko says 3 things that is forbidden;

  1. Meat
  2. Drugs
  3. Aggressive Attitude

Protein necessity is provided from animal products such as eggs, milk, yoghurt and cheese. He says that he is not a vegeterian but he is against animals to be killed for food.

He prefers to do the daily routins as quick as possible such as cooking , cutting woods, doing dishes and spare more time for talking and creativity.

Everything in the house is made of wood except a few spoon and saucepan. Each object has a history. The table that i am writing on it is nearly 70-80 years old. His father had made it by the time his parents got married.

There’s a small wooden chair. It’s 100 years old. It had been used in an exhibit with a new one to show the old and the new.

Even the house is 100 years old.

There are two buckets to carry the water. According to Nestor, the same buckets have being used for 35 years.

Boshko tells that they never used money  while he was living with his family. He tells very proudly, excited and happily that they had provided all their needs from their cows, chickens and garden, cooked their own bread, and all his clothes were sewn by his wife.

While he is getting older, because taking care of pets is getting harder for him, he lives only with a cat named “Theater”.

When his children grew up they had built their own life and moved to city. When the life in nature got harder and harder his wife had wanted to move to city too and they had broken up.

He never thinks about a life in city. “I belong here, i can only exist here”, he says.

He has been moving on his life alone for a long time. Even he feels difficulties sometimes and feels sorrow, he says “This is my life, my living philosophy” and accepts all feelings.

He says that the creativity is a part of the nature and the only way to live creativity in high levels, is to return to the nature individually.

He had started to his writing life with poems in his young ages. After a short time, he had taken a 10 years break off writing and reading.

He writes a weekly column for a newspaper mostly about literature and art. Once in a while his books are being published. He opens exhibitions in Belgrade, puts plays on stage.

There is a popular festival here on every summer. In the nature, creations that take power from nature are exhibited and performed. Very important actors/actresses and writers meet more than a hundered people and literal sharing occurs.


Lestvica/The Scale – full movie 23 min. from kulturoltar on Vimeo.

Did you ever spend time for volunteering or in a commune? How was your experience?


Walking around Balkan

After spending 2 months in Brezovica – Cacak with Bozidar MANDIC my way crossed with Sandrine, French girl, 26, By occupation she’s a nurse, she came from France to Serbia only by foot (no car, no train, no hh) so around 2730 km.

We will keep going the way still in walking..

We will start in Uzice in Serbia walk to MOKRA GORA, cross the border in KOTROMAN to go in Bosnia, pass in VISEGRAD, GORAZDE, SRBINJE, cross the Montenegrian border in SCEPAN BOLJE, go to the DURMITORS, continue by NICSIS, KOTOR, follow the coast and cross the Albanian border in DODAJ, keep going to follow the coast until TIRANE, ELBASAN, cross the Macedonian border in PERRANJAS, POGRADEC to see the lake Kalista and Prespa, and continue until SKOPJE.

We plan to do this around 3 months.

We make couchsurfing on the way and the other days we use our tent almost everywhere, or find empty houses etc…

We would like to meet CSers or local people on our way, if you are near our road and want to meet us or support us or host us we will enjoy it. And if you have any suggestion, feel free to send us message.

The Beginning

At the end of the 3 rd week i could put my thoughts together and find a chance to scratch something.

Beginning was mostly weird. Last two weeks passed too fast with getting ready, shopping and house’s last procedures.

A date that can not be forgotten ever.

January 1st 2012.

I came home afternoon. Although everything seemed casual i had storms in me. All feelings, emotions melded each other and were boiling right in the middle of my body like a bobble that wants to make volcanos jealous.

I checked my stuff one more time. It took 4 more times than one time. I was taking everything out of bag, keeping out a few of them seemed unnecessary and packing back. Than I was emptying my bag one more time and checking again one more time. A few hours passed with that.

My flight was at 10 am from Izmir. Because i would go to the airport via bus I had to leave home at 6 am. When time got nearer thrill ascended, my hands and feet started to shake slowly.

I looked a few more times to my bag. All i’ve got was just a bag full stuff. I looked one more time to my room. I glupped while thinking that i would never see my room, my home, Izmir where i love very much, everyone that i knew, my loved ones and hated ones again.

After i played for last time with my cats, i found myself at the door with my backpack.

I thought what i was doing one more time before i closed the door.

Everybody i knew, all i got, all i lived and was going to be lived would be behind me any more.

I closed the door slowly. Took a deep breath. Thrill and fear of the first step is too far from explaining. You should live.

After walking a little on the street i turned back and take a look one more time to house. There was no one around except me. Looked to the house. Couldn’t keep myself to ask “Am i doing the right thing?”.

Go Güneş” i heard a voice. From very deep within. I kept walking. Alll the meaning of what i saw or heard during the way, started to change. I had started to move on with leaving the back and past behind. At the end of the road i looked back one more time. And one more time the familiar voice was saying “Think well, is this right what you are about to do?

And one more time, that familiar voice i know more now said “Go Güneş!”.

I understood that the one/thing i left behind was calling me every time i looked back. I had started to move on one time anyhow. The only thing that can be done was leaving the past where it was and to keep moving on.

I was looking to the people around while waiting waiting for bus. Everyone was going somewhere. No one was aware of that they were going because they knew they would turn back.

But my situation was opposite. I had a decision of a progress which has no return. Anything that i saw, heard, felt was giving me more joy. Time started to lose its meaning slowly.

I watched while i was on the bus. My mind was almost frozen, the thoughts were not flowing. There were just feelings. Everything around was too shiny and colourful as i has never seen before.

According to what i’ve heard and read, the hardest part of the journeys is the moment of getting on the road. It was my turn to live this harness. The meanings of notions had already started to change, time and place had already started to lose their definitions. The union of all those was generating a freedom feeling that never had been felt before.

The only place where i belong is MY BODY,

The only time that i belong is NOW…

The past is only in memories, future is kept closed in dreams.

The only reality subsists on THIS MOMENT..

Time, Place, Effect

Dear Grand Creator… You have packed those intense, heavy and ready-to-explode feelings into that limited body i am in.

Right on middle of my chest, towards to back side.

Getting swollen with every breath..

Looking for a way for itself to expand enough to cover whole space, universe. Ready to do this.

Just waiting for its time.


And of course it needs to have a proper beginning point to spread through universe.


It needs a power to destroy the body and get out.


A person to generate the effect. The “thing” that can pass through further away from all physical limits where it touches the skin, all of the muscles, bones, juicy blood, goes ahead confidently and have the power of touching the soul.

Staying was difficult while going all around.

Staying got hard after had gone away.


The miracle words were these. Be thought everyone everywhere.

How hard it is to try to teach yourself something.

Learning yourself from yourself.

Loneliness in society. Repeats of the story that already known. Facing the fears. The fears that have not occurred before. This time type of causing the anticor insufficiency.


In fact not the “thing”(you), the fear is about to lose myself that is into you this time.

Forsaking myself is a very far possibility.

Out of possibility.

Myself to forsake me….

Shouldn’t be possible”

Just on the Big Bang eve…

Don’t Panic

Loss -> Gain

Sadness -> Happiness

Distress -> Comfort

Loneliness -> Simplicity

It, This, or That…

All are Here and always There!

How it should has be!

4 different ways, while each are crossing on me and i am standing in the middle trying to decide which way i’ll go, the roads are going further one by one.

Being alone, living the life’s most simple way. Seems possible – I’m not in a hurry, even if i am far away. There’s enough time to reach.

Can not find myself at where i left.

Did i leave from there as well?