Admir Jakupović

Nove priče

Komšiluk

Priče iz mog sokaka, zapisane da nas podsjete koliko topline, humora i snage stane u jedan običan dan.

A narrow cobblestone street in a small Balkan town, lined with low, pastel-colored houses with red-tiled roofs and tiny balconies filled with overflowing flower boxes. A worn green wooden gate stands slightly ajar, revealing a sunlit inner courtyard with grapevines climbing a simple pergola. Late afternoon golden light stretches long shadows across the uneven stones, catching the texture of cracked plaster walls and iron railings. Shot at eye level in photographic realism with a gentle depth of field, the foreground stones in crisp focus and the far end of the lane softly blurred, creating a calm, nostalgic atmosphere that feels intimate and quietly observant.
A small corner grocery typical of a quiet neighborhood, its exterior marked by a sun-faded striped awning and a hand-lettered sign on aged wood above the door. Crates of seasonal fruits and vegetables sit on a simple wooden stand outside, showcasing apples, peppers, and onions in muted yet natural colors. The worn stone threshold bears the scuffs of years of use. Soft morning light from the side illuminates the produce and glass door, creating gentle reflections and subtle shadows on the sidewalk. Captured in photographic realism from a slight angle using the rule of thirds, the shop entrance off-center, evoking warmth, routine, and small-town familiarity.

Ko sam ja

Dragi moji prijatelji,
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Molim vas da se, u skladu s pravilima Facebooka, suzdržite od govora mržnje, uvreda i provokacija, kako bismo ovo mjesto sačuvali ugodnim za sve.
Ovdje će biti priča iz komšiluka, priča o legendama koje ne umiru, možda moguća moja maštarija, poneka skrivena nedostižna želja, malo humora za osmijeh i dobro raspoloženje, malo muzike i još mnogo zanimljivog sadržaja.
U svakom slučaju, želim vam lijepo i ugodno čitanje, druženje i mnogo lijepih trenutaka na ovoj stranici.
Dobro mi došli i hvala vam od srca! 💗
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Zovem se Admir Jakupović, rođen sam u malom gradu i odrastao među ljudima čije sitne navike kriju velike priče. Zapisujem ih da sačuvam mirise sokaka, glasove komšija i onu toplu, običnu magiju svakodnevice.

Saznaj više
An old enamel mailbox mounted on a faded blue stucco wall, its surface chipped and rusted at the edges, decorated with a small hand-painted house number plate slightly askew. Beside it, a narrow window sill holds mismatched ceramic pots with herbs and geraniums, leaves casting delicate shadows. Overcast daylight creates soft, diffused lighting with minimal harsh contrast, emphasizing the subtle textures of peeling paint and rough plaster. Photographed in close-up with shallow depth of field, the mailbox centered in the composition and background gently blurred, conveying a quiet, everyday charm and the feeling of stories exchanged between neighbors in a small town.
A narrow cobblestone street in a small Balkan town, lined with low, pastel-colored houses with red-tiled roofs and tiny balconies filled with overflowing flower boxes. A worn green wooden gate stands slightly ajar, revealing a sunlit inner courtyard with grapevines climbing a simple pergola. Late afternoon golden light stretches long shadows across the uneven stones, catching the texture of cracked plaster walls and iron railings. Shot at eye level in photographic realism with a gentle depth of field, the foreground stones in crisp focus and the far end of the lane softly blurred, creating a calm, nostalgic atmosphere that feels intimate and quietly observant.
A small corner grocery typical of a quiet neighborhood, its exterior marked by a sun-faded striped awning and a hand-lettered sign on aged wood above the door. Crates of seasonal fruits and vegetables sit on a simple wooden stand outside, showcasing apples, peppers, and onions in muted yet natural colors. The worn stone threshold bears the scuffs of years of use. Soft morning light from the side illuminates the produce and glass door, creating gentle reflections and subtle shadows on the sidewalk. Captured in photographic realism from a slight angle using the rule of thirds, the shop entrance off-center, evoking warmth, routine, and small-town familiarity.