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Magazin za književnost i umjetnost // Journal for literature and arts

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narrative witness

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... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

Quiet, bug, quiet

"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... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

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 place; the thread... Continue Reading →

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