Psi iz Darre / The Darra Dogs

When my brothers and I grew up in Darra in the 1950s, every house seemed to have a dog. They were friends who shared our lives and explorations, and roamed free. None of them lasted very long. The Darra Dogs remembers the mortal terrors of childhood, the sadness of death and loss, the not-knowing of so much – and the dogs themselves.


For a better user experience and traffic analysis we avail cookies. By visiting this page you automatically agree to the terms of use. More info

Web cookies