To my father

We have already come a long way By different paths. You already in the final homeland. Me, wandering hesitantly By these rough roads. And I still look for you In a forgotten corner, Behind a half-open door, To ask you that advice You never denied me. But is not there where I find you. There, only memories live Treasured with care unchangeable. Life dwells in other places. You come to me suddenly. When I least expect you Knocking...

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The broken ring
Jan09

The broken ring

It looked old, dusty and without value when she saw it for the first time. But soon she knew it was a treasure that shined timidly in its threadbare black velvet little bag. It was a little golden ring wrought in an ancient style, with a solitary and very shiny grey stone wich had a little corner damaged. in the inside of the ring she saw engraved her name, again in ancient letters and a date: 1780. Her father gave it to her in her...

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Was everything lost?
Oct02

Was everything lost?

  Everything was lost. The fire had spread very fast from the living room, where it started, to the rest of the house. Igor and Elisabeth had waked up because of the noise of the cupboard falling down burned. The little children began to cry. Mathew, who was five, was calling them. The power was off. No lights. Only a thick smoke with which was almost impossible to breathe and a menacing red radiance coming from the rooms already...

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The wedding
Sep29

The wedding

My parents got married in Zagreb (Croatia) the 22nd November of 1943 in an almost empty church during a bombing. My dad wrote in his diary how when they were approaching the altar an enthusiastic Franciscan played the organ. The solemn chords of Mendelssohn’s wedding march, were overcome now and then by the thunderous explosions of the bombs falling in the southern quarter of the city where several planes were trying to destroy a...

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