My brother Amel bought this for 10 euros. I think it was late 1994. Now it’s so cheap and irrelevant, but during the war, it was a fortune. He bought it from a friend whose father was away. I don’t think he expected his father to return. War kills hope. You prioritize the present. Maybe […]
Sa svakim ramazanom dođu i uspomene. Draga sjećanja. Isplivaju na površinu. Momenti dragi, momenti zadnji, paradoksalno se pretapaju između košmara i lijepog sna. Na trenutak se zamislim, proživim to opet, ratni doručak tog kobnog trećeg maja ‘95. Sjećam se i stare zagorene tave, teška, ogromna. Moglo bi u nju stati bar desetero jaja, a opet […]
My father used to instruct us to walk behind him when facing sniper side of the street. On the way back home, it was the other way around. We would then walk in front of him. I will never forget his words, “I am the one who should get killed first.” Let it be in […]
You know that term ‘bro’. People use it when calling their brothers, cousins, close friends,sometimes even random strangers in the street, coffee shops, airports. Hey bro. Brother. I get to be called ‘bro’ a lot. It doesn’t mater when or who does itI automatically have a slight discomfort in my stomach. A pinch in the […]
morgue coldness chilling air with dimmed lights silence, random distant whispers sharp smell of steel sound of steps over aged white floor tiles screaming heavy old metal doors frosted hair, like a morning icy grass colorless, lifeless skin lips were grey, semi-open I think I kissed him last time somehow that piece of my memory […]
