#PERIOD AFTER Jasmina Tesanovic - 02/05/1999- Belgrade


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May 2nd, 99
One of the TVs, very close to the official one, broadcast yesterday a long dialogue of two Chinese people without any translation. I cannot learn Chinese that quick, I go out to the video club: in front of the window a group of people are discussing a leaflet which fell on the street, many of them , all over town: as far as I could understand, it was a NATO leaflet in bad Serbian saying that the war ill be over in 48 hours when a bridge, our last bridge over Danube will be hit. We will be an island...People were incredulous, common people, confused with Chinese interviews and American leaflets... I had a nightmare: a big bomb/earthquake swept off the ground my house with my family in it, all of us, even some dead, as in the Wizard of Oz. We flew and flew crazily until we broke through the planet core, deep down into the heart of the earth. I managed to hang unto a deep root of a tree: I climbed and climbed, my daughter holding onto me. I managed to find a hole above my head: my hand, as if coming out of a grave, dig a tunnel, and I was out, on the surface: I pulled my daughter swiftly and looked deep down behind her: black death, infinity... A huge blast interrupts my writing...it is 12.20 a.m.

I visited the ruined building today, most of them I never noticed before: mostly ugly, huge now dead... But I love this city, I love it more than ever, I didn't even love it before: but now it is my handicapped child, my unhappy history... My friend Goca is sleeping every night in a van with potatoes with her new born baby, in a village hit every night: somebody must know why. She is living with her husband, parents and in laws: she says she cannot move. Love stories are changing: getting more tolerant on one side and less on the other. Unfaithfulness, and other vices are permitted, but not distance and lack of solidarity.


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