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”
“If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself.”
HERMANN HESSE, DEMAIN
To Franz and his pal, Gregor.
I am my own worst nightmare. I’ve always known but try to hide it. That is why I write these tales that are so absurd and cruel. Nastavi čitati “Quiet, bug, quiet”
It’s a while since I realised there’s a test—a virtual checklist—for being a Sarajevan. I’m not a Sarajevan yet and may never check all the items on the list. Still, I know a few.
Do you keep live chickens out of the apartment? Nastavi čitati “The Cow in the Bathroom”
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”
