by Sam Vaknin “The Balkans,” I say, “is the unconscious of the world.” People stop to digest this metaphor and then they nod enthusiastically. It is here that the repressed memories of history, its traumas and fears and images reside. It is here that the psychodynamics of humanity – the tectonic clash between Rome and […]

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