by Ana Atanasković
I thought – faith is like a clean river that flows from the heart when you remove all the stones that drag you to the bottom. Faith is the main thing you live for and make risks for, on an icy wasteland, alone. But you are not alone when you love. I thought all that in front of Saint’s Sava temple, and, at the same time, the temple bells rang.
Ana Atanasković is a writer from Serbia. She graduated English language and literature at the Faculty of Philology in Belgrade, and holds a Master’s degree in advertising in literature. Ana has over ten published books to her credit. As a journalist, she wrote for Serbian edition of ELLE, as well as for many prominent Serbian magazines and websites (currentlym she writes for one print magazine and two digital publications). She has won several awards for best book reviews and stories. Besides, she also works as a content writer.