Ko nije dozivio uvodjenje telefona u mahali, ne zna sta je slatko iscekivanje. Kad je kod nas, tamo negdje u ljeto '84, “prosao kabl”, otac je maksuz napravio klupicu od hrastovine, koju je danima rezbario i pazljivo lakirao u garazi, a mati je naheklala snjeznobijeli, paucinast pokrov da se ima nasta, sa obrazom, staviti telefon. … Continue reading Telefon, Jusuf Garib
Month: October 2014
Torta, Eso Fejzullai
Bilo je to 20. septembra 1983. godine, dan pred moj dvanaesti rođendan. Miholjsko ljeto, duge sjenke se opružile po trotoaru, ideš kući iz škole, nova ”Stripoteka” u torbi (poklon mog jarana Roberta Švrake), poljubio bi debelu Refku Abdulahovu koliko ti je drago što si živ. Uđeš u kuću, nema nikoga, otac odvezao voz u Dobovu … Continue reading Torta, Eso Fejzullai
As Karadzic’s Trial Ends, His Legacy Lives On
My uncle Hasan was the only one of seven Hodzic brothers to graduate from university. He lived in the small industrial town of Prijedor, in a house across the street from mine, with his wife, Zerka, and their three children, my cousins - Amir, Indira, and Emir. Hasan was a quiet handsome man, a successful … Continue reading As Karadzic’s Trial Ends, His Legacy Lives On
