Faruk Sehic

  QUIET FLOWS THE UNA   (an excerpt) Hypnosis Sometimes I’m not me, I’m Gargano. He, that other, is the real me: the one...
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Ognjen Spahic

It’s difficult to talk about death. And even more difficult to explain to a child the ceremony and rituals which go with it in this rotten country. I was six when my father was killed. Just like for him, the words around me hinted at the tears to come.

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