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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  []

Silent Gunpowder

Father would often take me to the cinema. He enjoyed watching films, so he used to take me with him. Only at the college I realised 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  []