Gorida is Goran.

Gorida is Aida.

Goran

I was born in Bosnia and Herzegovina. My home is Vancouver. My heart is in the mountains, and on the endless road. I hike. I cycle. I swim. I climb. I run. I ski. It is good to be alive.

Aida

I. me. myself. April 29th, 1977 is when my life began. city is Prozor in Bosnia and Herzegovina. I am trying really hard in my life to learn how to be myself. Aida means a visitor. currently I am living in Canada, city called Vancouver where I am heading for the summit, or as Stanislavski would say - for my ‘if’. I am a nomad at heart. I am keen on VR, cyborgs and hypertext ’cause I know that I am in reality just a broken pixel. all the things I deal with are the things I am afraid of. [LOL]. I have an old soul. I am still searching for a definition of myself. that tormented me daily. I hate being unable to turn off my brain at night. I am probably sick. Sylvia Plath would probably say: ‘just dangerously brainy, my dear’. however, I am really fascinated of descending into secret dimensions of ‘hell’ (read ‘mind’). I live for music, travelling and theatre which help me to solve mysteries while I am waiting for promised paradise. I am always finding deeper meaning in everything - very annoying, ‘a? I enjoy talking about  “glocal” issues ’cause I live locally, but groove globally. I like to spoil perfection in everyday life in hope to embrace simplicity. I believe in my feet, communication, photography, philosophy, technology, gorida and restlessness. did you actually know that restlessness leads to rest? I am always hungry for harmony. such an irony, right? I dig autumn ’cause it speaks to me in many colours. I deeply hate mini biographies because I am forced to use silly dichotomies and sweet red herrings. that’s why I’ve started all my sentences with ‘I’ - just to make this text as silly as possible. but now it is time to stop. myself. me. I.