Grandma Maja
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 husband, come back from that village of Jasen by the Sava. I immediately recognised the voice of this one. Instantly, although it was […]