Milan Ivanovic - lanche86

WordPress Developer / WCBGD and WCEU Organizer

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On smells from a past

It is always so interesting when a minor detail in your day recalls so many memories. Like, whenever I hear a noise of the wooden floor in my parent’s living room when I pay them a visit suddenly I feel like home. I feel safe. I feel like I never left. Memory is still there.

We have been living separate for eleven years now, and, although we are one hour drive, unfortunately, I am not visiting them as much I as I would love to.

Until I moved to Belgrade, I lived in a small village, around 2k residents, and that is the place I call Home. And to my place in Belgrade, I always referred as a The apartment, never thought of it as my new home, dunno why :/

I passed a long way from living in the countryside, doing a lot of farming, fruit picking to organizing the WordCamp for 2k people.

So, right now, it’s 10 pm, and I am so eager to recall as many memories as I can, while I am at my parent’s house. They are making the last preparation for tomorrow’s peach picking, and I am working on convincing my father to bring me along :) I am totally aware that I don’t have to, but, still, “me wants to” :D

We did a lot of peach picking, and I mean – a lot. That was our only way to survive, and farming was a primary source of income. A lot of amazing memories and moments followed while we were at our peach plantages. Never did fancy family holidays or reunions, but, a lot of quality time together spent while working and I my parents thought me that the only way to make it in this World is to work, and to work hard.

I would love to finish this article with the favorite quote from my favorite movie:

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Grammarly – why I will blog more

I’ve been using Grammarly for quite some time. It helped me a lot on all those minor details that I lost because of lots of chattings and cutting short the sentences as much as I could.

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Personal quote of the day

A man who doesn’t spend time with his family can never be a real man.

Don Corleone

 

You never think it will happen to you

you never think it will happen to you

It was just a Friday night at a rock show. the atmosphere was so happy and everyone was dancing and smiling. And then when the men came through the front entrance and began the shooting, we naively believed it was all part of the show.

It wasn’t just a terrorist attack, it was a massacre.

Dozens of people were shot right in front of me. Pools of blood filled the floor. Cries of grown men who held their girlfriends dead bodies pierced the small music venue. Futures demolished, families heartbroken. in an instant.

Shocked and alone, I pretended to be dead for over an hour, lying among people who could see their loved ones motionless. Holding my breath, trying to not move, not cry – not giving those men the fear they longed to see. I was incredibly lucky to survive. But so many didn’t. The people who had been there for the exact same reasons as I – to have a fun Friday night were innocent.

This world is cruel. And acts like this are supposed to highlight the depravity of humans and the images of those men circling us like vultures will haunt me for the rest of my life. The way they meticulously aimed at shot people around the standing area I was in the centre of without any consideration for human life. It didn’t feel real. I expected any moment for someone to say it was just a nightmare.

Being a survivor of this horror lets me able to shed light on the heroes. To the man who reassured me and put his life on line to try and cover my brain whilst i whimpered, to the couple whose last words of love kept me believing the good in the world, to the police who succeded in rescuing hundreds of people, to the complete strangers who picked me up from the road and consoled me during the 45 minutes I truly believed the boy I loved was dead, to the injured man who I had mistaken for him and then on my recognition that he was not Amaury, held me and told me everything was going to be fine despite being all alone and scared himself, to the woman who opened her doors to the survivors, to the friend who offered me shelter and went out to buy new clothes so I wouldn’t have to wear this blood stained top, to all of you who have sent caring messages of support – you make me believe this world has the potential to be better. to never let this happen again.

Most of this is to the 80 people who were murdered inside that venue, who weren’t as lucky, who didn’t get to wake up today and to all the pain that their friends and families are going through. I am so sorry. There’s nothing that will fix the pain. I feel privileged to be there for their last breaths. And truly beliving that I would join them, I promise that their last thoughts were not on the animals who caused all this. It was thinking of the people they loved.

As I lay down in the blood of strangers and waiting for my bullet to end my mere 22 years, I envisioned every face that I have ever loved and whispered I love you. over and over again. reflecting on the highlights of my life. Wishing that those I love knew just how much, wishing that they knew that no matter what happened to me, to keep believing in the good in people. to not let those men win.

Last night, the lives of many were forever changed and it is up to us to be better people. to live lives that the innocent victims of this tragedy dreamt about but sadly will now never be able to fulfil. RIP angels. You will never be forgotten.

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WordCamp Europe 2015 wceu

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I will be volunteering at #wceu, again!

Got super, super, super busy with organising WordCamp Belgrade #wcbg 2015 and completely forgot to announce that I will be volunteering at WordCamp Europe 2015 this year! That will be my second in a row volunteering at #wceu.

So here is my sticker:

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P.S. If you look closely in the lower right corner, that is me! :)

 

See you all at WordCamp Europe 2015!

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