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April 16th, 99 I started this diary, my war diary, on March 17th, 1998, more than a year ago when the conflicts in Kosovo began. The title of my diary: Normality; a Moral Opera by a Political Idiot. I can hardly remember my life before I started thinking in this way. I can hardly remember my life before the bombing of Yugoslavia started on March 24th. But I insist; I don't want to go back, only ahead. At literally any price. I cannot pretend that I don't know the things I saw in the past few weeks, years... Last night panic struck my household: the noises and lights of the Yugoslav artillery covered the sky over Belgrade as in a military parade whilst literally 300 NATO planes were flying over the city, again as in a military parade. Children started screaming, out of fear and joy, like at a circus. I ushered them in a great hurry to our local shelter: I drank wine quickly to stop my hands and knees trembling and then we went back home where, as the children say, they feel best. We slept like logs.
My friend says who is a University professor of chemistry and has
traveled a lot said: I don't know any place in the world that has such
wonderful microcosms and such a terrible macrocosm, as Belgrade,
Yugoslavia. My other friend said; I hope the war spares Belgrade and
its atmosphere, we saved it already once in '92, unarming the uniformed
violent people from all over ex Yugoslavia with this easygoing Belgrade
atmosphere. Yesterday we went shopping: the shops are full and the
prices are going down, especially clothes. People have no money to buy
anything anymore; those who have some keep it for the future hardships.
We called it the last shopping. I always hated shopping for clothes but
yesterday I enjoyed it, maybe because I believed it is the last.
We heard on radio that kids will not have to pass a state exam for
entering high school: the joy among them is enormous. It was a wrong
and hard exam but these kids are happy without any exams, any school,
anything anymore. They say, don't you see now that going to school was
useless: other things matter, like power, money... They don't connect
knowledge with power and money, not after this war. We are trying to present all texts in all languages. However, due to a limited resources we are not always able to achieve this goal. If you would like to translate material for us, please contact us. |
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