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Mr. Ali’s Driver (III)

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The week went by fast. My routine was simple. I got up, got ready, and headed to the house. I always left the apartment at least half an hour early, to avoid getting stuck in traffic. Nastavi čitati “Mr. Ali’s Driver (III)”

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Routine

“May it be easy dear. But watch out, it’s a bit high,” she said, and continued her words whilst ignoring the little balcony between them: Nastavi čitati “Routine”

Mr. Ali’s Driver (II)

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We pulled up to a covered parking lot. There were spaces for three cars, and Ahmed occupied the last one.  I opened the door, and felt the anxiety that I was expecting to feel. It wasn’t the job that made my stomach tight. Nastavi čitati “Mr. Ali’s Driver (II)”

Mr. Ali’s Driver (I)

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It was so quiet. As I waited for my bag, I only heard murmurs of dissatisfied travelers, and men in uniforms constantly repeating one or two instructions. Sheikh Saad Airport was not a big airport, or at least it did not seem to me. Nastavi čitati “Mr. Ali’s Driver (I)”

On the Edge of Reason (extract)

On Human Folly

At night, when I hold conversations with myself, I cannot logically justify my constant preoccupation with human folly.

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The 10th Circle

I watch the bus driving away. If I’m lucky, the next one will be here in fifteen minutes. I’m pissed off because I’m tired and hungry and, well, because I usually get pissed off when trying to get anywhere in this city. This time it’s worse: I actually made a run for it. Nastavi čitati “The 10th Circle”

The Smell of Mothballs

          “He is a little bit late, isn’t he?” asked Emina, opening the door.  With her hair wrapped up in a wet towel she headed back through the narrow hallway. Slightly confused, I stood there for a few seconds trying to figure out who she was talking about but it was scorching outside and all I wanted was to feel the cold tiles under my bare feet. Nastavi čitati “The Smell of Mothballs”

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A Red Crayon

They said it would rain for seven days in Sarajevo, but it still hadn’t; and it was day three since they’d announced it. I couldn’t tear myself away from the fresh air on the balcony and the noise from the next-door apartment, where a turbulent couple lived. I’d got used to the noise because if it weren’t for it, I would hear the noise in my apartment. Nastavi čitati “A Red Crayon”

Foundation

I never played with a Sindy. She was my older cousin’s best friend though. I knew a Barbie once. But we never got along well. I’d see her occasionally. She never saw me though. I neither liked her nor disliked her. With time, she made me feel uneasy. I couldn’t comprehend her hair, her face, her body, the way she’d feel under my fingers, her existence. Nastavi čitati “Foundation”

WEIRDICTION

“I wonder,” you said. “That doesn’t surprise me,” I answered. “How do you do this?” You were in the phase where you constantly had to lend an ear to your uncontrollable urge for searching. And now you were missing. Nastavi čitati “WEIRDICTION”

La Guaira 1989

The Wonder Twins, my dad and Uncle Calixto, pulled one of their quietos. Going behind the backs of the rest of the clan, they bought a watch store called Lil’ Venice in the middle of Caribe boulevard. There were two stages to the heist. Number one, insuring the store for big bucks with the insurance company where my uncle was a broker; and number two, self-robbery. Nastavi čitati “La Guaira 1989”

Unnamed German

She was sent off into the world with one piece of advice from her esteemed sire. He told her: “Don’t let them win you on penalties. If it comes down to it, bow out and walk away.” Her father considered himself to be the Confucius of his age and with such an excess of nose and ear hair, she often thought of him as a relic from some Lancashire-based monastic order. Nastavi čitati “Unnamed German”

The Ice Cream Orchard

When I was growing up in the hilly mahalas of Sarajevo, ice cream was a rare commodity. The tiny shop down the street offered only basic foodstuffs because the greasy owner thought something like ice cream wouldn’t sell. Our mothers would make us cakes from scratch when there was sugar to be bought. But I wanted no homemade cake. I wanted ice cream. Nastavi čitati “The Ice Cream Orchard”

Cracks and Curves

Should I get up and see the first blazing ray of sun or should I stay in bed and continue looking at the smelly plastic drapes on the window? Nastavi čitati “Cracks and Curves”

Three ways to fall when balance is lost

FIRST FALL: I LOST YOU

IN THE AIR, CERTAIN that we had left the line that divides the stage platform, twenty feet high, I remembered the expression on your lips as you laughed, and I realized that you were my safest Nastavi čitati “Three ways to fall when balance is lost”

The Passive Criminal – Defence of a Lover Who Fled

 

I OBJECT.

These charges are erroneous. The degree of slander laid at my client’s door is unfounded and offensive. The rumour-mill was always going to be unavoidable, but the lack of common decency displayed by the plaintiff has forced my client to demand a counter-suit. Nastavi čitati “The Passive Criminal – Defence of a Lover Who Fled”

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