
There are things that never truly disappear, even when they’ve long vanished from newsstands. They no longer carry the scent of fresh print, nor do they wait for us on shelves next to sweets and stickers, yet they live somewhere deeper – in memory. One of those things is Mikijev zabavnik, the magazine generations grew up with.

Some childhoods are remembered for games in the yard, first bicycles, or long summer evenings. Others are remembered for their thin, colorful comic book issues, which smelled of fresh printing ink and promised adventure on every page.