TO A FRIEND:
DO YOU REMEMBER BELGRADE STREETS ?
I left alive. So, no use telling you my story. Only with my pure inside
energy I won this mental mess and stay conscious. For me that is not quite
enough for satisfaction. What about other people? What about those people
who didn’t survive, and whose fate somebody else defined without asking
them for their choice?
Tell me the way I can return a smile to people everywhere around me.
Those people are only important to me, I merely care for them. So, don’t
give me the reasons and explanations for inhuman destroying an old civilization.
There are no explanations! No matter who commits a sin to these people
one should bow one’s head and let us live free.
"There is a white moon, high above the town
Don’t you ever try to shoot it down!!!"
written by
DEJAN BOGOSAVLJEVIC
student of Agricultural Faculty
MY MEMORIES
This is what I felt in Belgrade :
Today, our song in old times sung of heroes should be embodied once
again. Now it is the right moment for that. Time is infallibly proper for
emphasis on fatherland and defense of freedom.
Is it possible that someone so powerful and distant, and not familiar
to our history, acquisition, Serbian culture and preserving of our people,
"wants to teach us" and snatch us up the ground we have guarded for centuries?
Nowadays and for months all people in our country have spoken more or less
the same"Let them ruin, we will build up again, and it will be more beautiful
and more durable."
One evening after the air-danger signal, my grandmother, mother, sister
and I were listening for about two hours stealthy airplanes that were flying
over our place. we were torn up by the sounds, doubtfulness and anxiety.
Every one was afraid but the fear was shown by comments that hurt, and
encumbered us. We prayed, each of us in her own way. The murderers were
coming back circulating again and again, and easily tortured by those starved
beasts tortured us. We could just keep silent and wait in our so called
shelter. We were waiting for their extinguished actions (because they used
to do like that) and then to hear news. What was on their time-table this
night?
Everyday people have couraged themselves: "It won’t last long". Every
one in his own way defenses country. People will survive. May be, some
or plenty of our goods have been contaminated by bad strangers, but here,
in our country everything persists : people, animals, plants, soils - and
we have very rich and fertile soil...
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