My little boy Mile was thirteen, Đuro fourteen, Anka twelve, Boško eight, Uroš nine, Dragutin three, and Milutin barely one, when the house burned. Later Mile and Đuro did not come back. Neither did their father, my man, come back from that village of Jasen by the Sava. I immediately recognised the voice of this one. Instantly, although it was […]
Father would often take me to the movies. He enjoyed watching films, so he used to take me with him. Only in college did I realize that I was different, that I was of the Yugoslav origin. Of the Yugoslav or Serbo-Croatian origin – something like that. Bota, my father, took great pride in it. Since my childhood days, he […]
Unique and unparalleled, diversified and unusual, the world of old Tuzla was certainly the result of the historical context that generated it, during the succession of different empires. The common Old Slavic descent of the original state of Bosnia was followed by the specific circumstances in the Turkish Empire and the spread of Islam, which left a special mark on […]