Instead of a CV
I was born somewhere sometime and am still alive and kicking. I was only 20 when I left my parents' home, found a small room in mahala and dreamed of never leaving my home town. Then, it all happened.... I am partly dyslexic and my glasses don't help me a lot, probably because they were made in my communist homeland and with them I can see only the bright future. Yes, I was born under a red, red star...Read more (pdf)
The Persihed
I think my grandmother was called�I think I don�t know what she was called. Her surname was Katan. Rifka Katan? Her husband, my grandfather, was called Solomon. No, that was my father�s name, and everyone called him only by his nickname, Moni. My grandfather was called Mojsije. Some told me he had been a rabbi, others a butcher. Read more (pdf)
Down a Winding Street (Thinking of Drinking)
The worst inebriation would be the one not survived by the imbiber (or the best one, depending on the attitude to life). It would be the ultimate booze up � the drunk dying drinking. Many a story has been told of booze ups and the strange things that happened to the boozers. It is true, wondrous things happen.Read more (pdf)
Isak Samokovlija
The film was soon to start shooting. The director Slavko Vorkapic, a renowned Hollywood film editor, insisted on seeing Sejdo. Samokovlija agreed, reluctantly. �Now you�ll see the man Uncle Isak wrote about�, he told me on the way. Read more (pdf)
An Aline
He himself, however, felt alien everywhere. Does a philosopher have a homeland or nationality at all? Or is such a person a kind of spiritual proletarian, whose nation is a world of ideas, a world without frontiers, but also without a firm homeland? Wittgenstein�s biography claims that he was born in Austria-Hungary.Read more (pdf)
