Every major anniversary in the long timeline of tragic events and atrocities which have marked the war in Bosnia and Herzegovina results in a deluge of articles and opinion pieces from international experts, academics and analysts who try and diagnose the state of affairs in the country such and such number of years since the … Continue reading Bosnia’s 25-year struggle with “experts’” superficiality and arrogance
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Test from God
Paul entered the back room with fury I could not only see on his face but also hear it, a sound of a swarm of angry bees, only more homogenous, more ominous. The dull hum of his anger morphed with the clamor of restless customers demanding their orders in the front of the shop. I … Continue reading Test from God
Professor Scheffer, I am your client and I deserve some answers
Professor Scheffer, I am your client, Refik Hodzic. Perhaps you are surprised to hear this since we have never met and you are not directly familiar with my name, but allow me to explain the two bases of our relationship, which stems from your role in the team that submitted the futile application for revision … Continue reading Professor Scheffer, I am your client and I deserve some answers
Zedo, jedini u majke Mine Carove
Imo je 22 godine kad je odveden. Nit je kad zaplako, ni zapjevo, ni osovo, ni reko neću, ni ne mogu, nikome! Znao je sa svojim cikularom otići, po cijeli dan riže drva svitu, dođe i vako izvrne džepove i kaže - mati, danas nema ništa. Pa reko - sine, cijeli dan si se zabavio … Continue reading Zedo, jedini u majke Mine Carove
Nestajanje maslačaka
Zapis o nekada silnoj porodici Hodžić sa prijedorske periferije, na potezu izmedju Donje i Gornje Puharske, tamo gdje su se nekada ponosno uspravljala dva stoljetna hrasta.
Sudan Kuba, Trgoprodaja
Kakav Old Traford, kakvi bakrači. Stadion fudbalskog kluba “Trgoprodaja” bio je istinski teatar snova za sve nas hapce što smo odrastali na potezu od Tešinća do prvih kuća Gornje Puharske. Tu sam gledao svoju prvu utakmicu uživo, divio se paradama Dževada Delkića (koji će mi par godina kasnije krvnički zavrnuti uši kad sam mu ledenom … Continue reading Sudan Kuba, Trgoprodaja
Polaroid kauboj
Možda april, možda maj 1979. Otac se vratio sa prvog putovanja na Novi Zeland i donio kaubojsko odijelo meni, a polaroid aparat sebi. Donio je i materi štokakvih sitnica, i pregršt suvenira i razglednica sa nasmiješenim Maorima, ali mene ništa od toga nije zanimalo jer prosto nisam znao čemu bih prije, odijelu ili aparatu. Kameru … Continue reading Polaroid kauboj
Legendary tale of the real Refik Hodzic
I am not sure it was adventure that drove my ancestors to undertake life-changing journeys. More probably it was poverty and the search for greener pastures that got my grand-grand-grandfather to move from Lika to Cazinska Krajina; his son to Matrici, a village near Kozarac; and my grandfather to Prijedor. There clearly was a pattern … Continue reading Legendary tale of the real Refik Hodzic
Remember Me
"Remember Me" is a story of rememberance and loss, of poisonous legacy of enforced disappearances in my hometown of Prijedor. It is also the first documentary film made by my daughter, Azra.
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