Mother, Venera 1960.
Professor of the physical education at elementary school “Brda”, Split.
In seventies, she was a junior member of the national team in cross country. She was also involved in basketball and athletics.

 
Father, Joško 1956.
Professor of the physical education. Conditional and athletics trainer.
Athlete,     Five times champion of ex Yugoslavia, record-holder, champion of Mediteranian games in 1983. and actual record-holder of Croatia.


Brother, Marin 1987.
 
Brother, Luka 1993.

Brother, Nikola 1997.

 

 
Brothers
It's good to grow up in a big family. Even more beautiful to be the only girl, the favorite. This status has helped me in countering the children's distress', who is not weak on women's tears? Unfortunately, my oldest brother Marin quickly saw through me.. With him, it was never easy .. Well, until he got out of diapers, I managed to persuade him to the various tricks or petty services in my name.Today he still resents me. The ball was in my field until it became stronger than me. Our ways began to separate when our interests grew over playing border guards in the street. Puberty had done its thing, and I suddenly became the brightest girl in the world. Difficult period to share the same roof with a younger brother. In the meantime, came another .. And then another ... Flat was, at once, full of children all ages .. From baby to adolescent. I still wonder how mom menaged all of us!


I do not remember any sharp conflicts with Luka and Nikola. We are still very far away by generations. I would often confuse maternal and sisterly feelings, since I often changed their diapers and made sure that the umbilicus was always very well powdered with Bivacin. Just when they grew up a little, I moved away. So I am still most associated with the Marin. We have shared the same memories. Although we often brought to the edge our parents with our superficial (but heavy) strife, we also had a constructive period of socializing. The best time we spent in Delnice, with grandfather and grandmother.

Months in advance, we wrote lists of things that we would take with us, lookeed forward to the cheerful ride by ferry from Split to Rijeka, sledded, skiid, played street games with our seasonal friends. This nonchalance ws always bonding.

And I was very surprised how much I missed him when he went to America. Conversations on the phone are always ended with tears, but when no one was watching. It was killing me that I could not help, and I knew he had a couple of very heavy periods. Far from home and family, in a fight with the windmills. I was relieved when he returned ... But it was no longer my Marin. Suddenly I got the big brother, equal in all, with mature thinking and experiences, which outnumbered even mine.


I think that then we became friends. I sincerely hope that life will bring him everything, because if anyone deserves it, it's him. Rare people discover emotional guy below the strong and sometimes rough outside, person who is touched by the smallest injustice. I feel the need to protect him from everything, although I think he recently protects me more. When I became his little sister? I watch my family growing from day to day. Luka is already in high school, Nikola crashes all the border as a football talent. I assured them that we will all go together to the skiing when I finish my career. But I do not know how many cars we shall need. All I think is that by then we will not be in our original array. And that's what makes me very happy. When we gather one day and discover how pleased we are to have one another. And none of us will never be alone.