(From "E 'East" by P. Rumiz)
lunch on a boat-restaurant, under the Kalemegdan fortress. The cook takes a huge fish, live from a tank, cut it in two with a flick, tail first, his head away, gutting, cleaning the grill and throw on the two sides still pulsing with life independent. Ljubomir not bat an eyelid. I look out of the river slows down, as sick and tired of producing history. It seems he lacks the strength needed to pass the Carpathian Mountains and reach the delta.
on the deck of Kalemegdan, the fortress on the high plains like an ocean liner, is the same old world of fools, but more and more faded, more and more poor. Rade, the hero of the War of Liberation in the uniform gray mustache and yellow too. Tanja toothless selling popcorn, Lazar the transvestite, the old Ljubica with its doilies on the lawn, the beggar Landslides, and Dejan Slavomir playing accordion and violin. "They dance in circles," I wrote them Fabio, a friend, "for the elderly and young people, their dead children and never had to stray dogs and police sirens, for the starving and the mafia war and peace. "
lunch on a boat-restaurant, under the Kalemegdan fortress. The cook takes a huge fish, live from a tank, cut it in two with a flick, tail first, his head away, gutting, cleaning the grill and throw on the two sides still pulsing with life independent. Ljubomir not bat an eyelid. I look out of the river slows down, as sick and tired of producing history. It seems he lacks the strength needed to pass the Carpathian Mountains and reach the delta.
on the deck of Kalemegdan, the fortress on the high plains like an ocean liner, is the same old world of fools, but more and more faded, more and more poor. Rade, the hero of the War of Liberation in the uniform gray mustache and yellow too. Tanja toothless selling popcorn, Lazar the transvestite, the old Ljubica with its doilies on the lawn, the beggar Landslides, and Dejan Slavomir playing accordion and violin. "They dance in circles," I wrote them Fabio, a friend, "for the elderly and young people, their dead children and never had to stray dogs and police sirens, for the starving and the mafia war and peace. "
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