A small village called Ranilovici on mountain Kosmaj is a rescue place for my family. We are escaping here when summers get unbearably hot in the city. We go here to spend evenings next to fireplace when winters are gray in Belgrade.
My children and my brother’s kids are enjoying freedom of a village life here. They are one of the rear youngsters who sensed smell of hey and cattle, who know how to catch firefly in a jar. They saw a birth of a baby calf and a lamb. They are running across meadows of my great-grandfather’s youth. Here, they are learning values that, unfortunately, are not that common among their kinder garden and school friends.
Not only that our everyday life is richer because of this lovely village, but our heritage is here too. I carry wonderful memories from my childhood, my father too, and it goes on further to past generations. My great-grandfather was cultivating silk-warms that can only survive on mulberry leaves. There are still many mulberry trees around our family house, and my sun adores eating their fruits. Behind the house there is a trough carved out of one piece of stone, my great-great-grandfather’s hand work. It amazes me every time I look at it.
A life wouldn’t be the same without time spent here.
Ranilovici is the place I like.
– Jelica Vasic