How could I not remember you, Hodita? You will always live in a little piece of my heart and soul, because you were part of my story, of my life. When we met, back in 1993, we were classmates in our beloved Bellas Artes during our third year. It was only one year, but it was enough to know that you would always be part of my life. I believe we both felt that connection, the kind of eternal friendship that stays no matter what. Even though we didn’t see each other for many years, we knew we were there —one for the other— to listen, even if we couldn’t always be present, because of the distance, because of life.
I always remember you with a smile —from when we were fifteen to the very last day I saw you— always kind, always shining your light on everyone, that special light that made you unique.
And when you joined us in third year, you were “the new girl,” but you always inspired me to get closer to you —the way you were, that clear and deep gaze that revealed your soul.
You always had encouraging words, always positive. Even when you told me you were sick, I felt that you were the one giving me strength —you even spoke about my virtues— always giving. I truly hope you felt that you received from me all that I felt I received from you.
I remember your parents, and your sister Neda, who also went to school back then. You loved them so deeply —it was clear to see. Your life story always sparked my curiosity, and I would ask you about it. That language you spoke —I loved hearing you speak it with your little sweetheart, Drazen, that little piece of you whom we knew even before he was born, and who became your driving force, along with your “Marquitos.” God wanted our paths to cross again here in Barcelona, and I know how much you loved them both —and I know you’ll always be with them.
I’m sure that wherever you are, you’re painting with colors, lighting up everything around you just as you did here, with all of us who had the blessing of knowing you.
And don’t worry —wherever you went, in every corner, in every person, your mark will remain —in every heart, in every soul.
I love you… always… Your friend, Sil. 2025