AS A TRUE DZEKO

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Elvis Hadzic

Cainan Sudžuka and I have 13 years. I'm not writing this because I want to but because I have to.I have to, because my doctor said that I have. A doctor told me that I need because I stopped talking. Completely. Unable to talk more generally. Days. I stopped talking and began to urinate in bed. The doctor told me that if I want to speak out and to dismiss the bed, I sit and write. It does not matter, says the doctor, what and what-just write!

So I sat down and wrote what I first thought of. And the first thing that came to mind was to be called Kenan Sudžuka and I have 13 years.

At that point I'll add more to play for FK Sarajevo, to wear jersey number 9, and dreaming that one day becoming a real Džeko! I mean, I dreamed, since I stopped because I stopped talking and dreaming ...

I was born exactly one year after the Dayton Agreement on 14 12th 1996th in the Kosevo hospital, the city of Sarajevo, the State of Bosnia and Herzegovina ... The Dayton agreement is very important, because it stopped the war it was in Bosnia ... Babo Muzafer not like the Dayton agreement, and always celebrate my birthday the day before, every 13th December instead of 14th ..

 

Koševo was once famous for its stadium Kosevo "because it opened up for the Olympic Games 1984th But there are also, in time of war people bored optionally arrive. There, the additional field stadium "Koševo buried not even know how many people, but enough so to make the entire cemetery. E I live just across from the famous stadium! Now the stadium is no longer called "Koševo" rather than "Asim Ferhatović Hase ... Hase was a famous player FK Sarajevo, during the time when Bosnia and Herzegovina was Yugoslavia. But all the points and still call it "Koševo.

Me before the football was the most important thing in the world, because I've wanted to be as Džeko to play for a European club, so to earn enough money to rahat father can retire. And then maybe play for our team. But it's not money, but because it would have been proud to wear the jersey of Bosnia and Herzegovina!

My babo Muzafer not picked care for soccer. It was always something strike, then sitting at home, othukivao and cursing at the TV. He actually was a teacher in one high school, so.As far as football is only played once knew betting. He was only interested in my grades.And if any girl in school ... When I tell him that my great ratings it is glad, and when I tell him that there is a girl that I like him even more preferred. He really liked what I go to training goals and nail, but was constantly told that I hold the books, fuck football.

Good was my babo. Only sikirao too ... Sikirao so much that almost every night drinking brandy to calm down. And when they get drunk all the swearing row. However, when Ramadan comes, then drink the entire month. He says a man has once put on the ball ...

My mother has told me Dad, went with some UNPROFOR when I only had one year ... Now living in America, Utah, Salt Lake City. Writes to Utah, Salt Lake City, USA. (This means USA United States).

We even have a picture of materinu before the war, when I have not yet been born: she Muzafer, the young right. Babo then had a beard and a bit ridiculous to me, a mother of a beautiful, beautiful smiles, but to me does not look like my mother ... Especially since I had seen live ... More we do it with live pictures or it did not look like the mother ... However, I know that my mother, so I always hid the picture of grandma, because sometimes when you are asked to drink a tear and burn. And I will not give up. Because, sometimes, when I came hard, I took this picture, I look at it and always something accounts, so we make it easier. And so I fall asleep.

Babo is often in the evening sitting with a neighbor, Rasim, and talked about the mother.But still somehow quietly, that I did not hear. And I hear, because it is only right to sleep.

They told how Serb Ana longer than it has become a Mormon, so I asked Google for what it is - Mormon. It is a religion that believes in Jesus as in God, and that every man can be a Jesus actually become God. Or something like that. Difficult right.

Babo Muzafer said that it is good to learn English, we might need, and I wanted out of spite ... I did not want to think that he want to go to mother in America, so that I become the Mormon ... I do not want to be God, I want to be Džeko!

I do not like the United States. I've got there, and aunt, Amina baba's sister, and she tells us that in America fucked. Amina's aunt says that there is more than sleeping. And then I think you can not return to Bosnia, because we are a lot more sleep than they do. And the story is our language. And there's our music. And our team right now plays well! Babo but argues that it is not quite so ... They can, he says, they watch the World Cup in America, have not fallen from Mars to return for more!

Muzafer has long been cursed America, but began gotiviti when he beat Obama. Obama is half black, half-Muslim. And because he liked the babi ... And I am glad that Obama won this, but I do not see why I would therefore be happy.

I am only interested in football. Do you ask me I would put Jack for president. He is a true Bosnian. The 2008/09 season was given by 26 goals, was the second scorer German league, and even with it-has won the world title from Wolfsburg! And after the last match of the season, ran the stadium with the Bosnian flag. And the whole world has seen our flag!

Rasim neighbors commented that it was good to see people that we know something else, other than war. And to us over these difficult Džeko, boy would we end was ... I agree with Rasim.

Rasim neighbor is our neighbor, but also the best Babin Jaran.

Rasim was completely bald, he is missing one tooth on the side and has a big nose. But it's not ugly. He was, in fact, so when the conductor puts konduktersko sapko suit and put on his head looks more like a cop than as Rasim, conductor.

Come so used to play with chess with Baba, and was always complaining that you do not receive a salary and that they will strike. And then everything turned to zajebanciju that in this country work better than the vain vain strike. Rather, they say, find a cure for AIDS, but these come to our minds. That he thinks the politicians. Then čokanj flushes, and added:''Eh .... for which we fought fuck me ...'' Muzafer once said:''For survival,''Rasim, a precut and only once in the household Rasimov čokanj.

Rasim then says that he has five life-fine he would raspodjelio. One Bosnia. One woman.One daughter Mirela. Even, he says, and found a pjevaljku, and would give her a life! Thus, he says, while on the allocation of one's life around, he remains obscure to a chess game and you cup with Baba. Lud, Rasim. But he likes to joke a lot and loves football more than politics, same like me ... This is why my Jaran.

Rasim and I often go together to match FK Sarajevo ... I always wear the right things like the fans: jerseys, caps, scarves ... I love it and because we buy KOSP, and games to be even better.

Rasim has always talked babi to turn from the policy and to monitor more football, so it will be less upset. A Muzafer did not follow our league, because, he says, our league and co-state for their own dick. But he sometimes walked with us to watch Koševo team, because it says that these guys are not guilty because they are in the Football Association of thieves.And that Džeko super player! But for me, then be glad ...

And that is why Džeko my idol. Some children wear uniforms that says Džeko, and I do not.I want to play like Džeko! What do I mean jersey if you do not know how to play? I want to wear a jersey with his name. And then the children wear a uniform that says Sudžuka! Well, because I practiced whenever I can. It used to be fucked by the school, but I Muzafer an ultimatum to training and matches may only if the school is going to be. And then I štrebao, what else ... But because I have to raspustu practiced twice. I troduplo! Anyway, do not have the money to go to sea, so every summer I accept the ball.

Babo is always something standing on the ball, and I was always kicked. And that's the biggest difference between me and the babe.
A one word ultimatum, I learned long ago, because the newspaper always give an ultimatum, so I Muzafer explained that it means when you give a condition, or to so-il fuck football!

I often used to think why I was born just in Bosnia.

It is good that I was born just after the war because the war was svakakvog shit. And people were hungry and were killed as they were walking on bread or water ... But do not be to the situation in Bosnia and now zajebana ... There is no job or money, and all strikes. The war ended long ago, and sometimes looks as if it never existed. (Only in some buildings still see bullet holes). But everyone's talking about no strangers to war again broke out ...
Babo Muzafer said that we were both lucky Kurata, a neighbor, Rasim says that one can optionally choose to be born. Well then I think it would be that I was born somewhere else, and if I could choose what to choose.

And the account ... It could be worse. I know this because I often read newspapers Babine.

We live in an old Austro-Hungarian buildings, with thick walls and large balcony. As soon as you leave Muzafer newspaper hastalu and evaporate it, I drink coffee on the balcony, with the newspaper. Once I told him was stolen and did you smoke a cigar, mantala me all day, so I see why athletes do not smoke. Then I vowed that I will never smoke. And Muzafer would kill me to realized that I lit a cigar ... So, I look at sports, so the way I read the rest. Then I think ...

If I was born somewhere in Africa, where children are hungry, you would be a good way!There, children work instead of playing football and going to school. I have those bellies bloated from hunger, and birds fly all around them ... Let the kids even loved to go to school, but I can not. I was a little ridiculous that someone wants to go to school, but that's how it is-if you do not have school handre and all of them. This is the first lesson I learned from Muzafera, because most repeated.

However, some children in Africa each day running from her village to school, and then later become super athletes, are known to earn much money. But these are only some, not all be athletes!

Well, some kids over there in Thailand people buy and sell ... Writing in the newspaper for tourists to have sex with them and that they do drugs!

In India, children dig their eyes to be crippled just to be begged, and even murder if the child tries to escape ... I watched almost a film about it. At that point I would like not to be born. If I were there, I'd eventually directed a knife and stabbed them all in a row!

In Palestine, for example, all who live in prison. There your children write Mathematics in the sand! I do not like math, so it's not so bad either, because I do not have to carry home the math homework ... But even those children who go there in law school-džabe go when they should take a gun as soon as they grow up a bit! For the constant fight for the country you do not have ... Fuck it.

And then again ... kontam it could have been better ...

Had I been born, for example, above all in Sweden would have been paid. And school and football. Because, he writes in the newspaper, they have the best standard in the world.Hurt them. And babo hajro to work with and would not be sikirao how to pay for electricity and internet. I would be happy right.
Or, that I was born into a wealthy family and I have so much money as they do not bear thinking about whether Muzafer this year have a new pair of boots ... These are old we become close, and those of the club do not have good plugs, and are completely torn ...
In the end, when once again in advance, that I was born somewhere else then there would be no babe Muzafera, or Sarajevo, or neighbors Rasim, no raja from the club, or waved from my Raje ... Would not likely be no ćevapi baklava or even Jack would have loved as I love him ... Oh let me here, well we in Bosnia?

Well, just the other day I was led to Muzafer kebab.

I order a half to five with a bow, and he tells me to order a free ten, because he knows that they can eat. And I know that he can eat ten, but ordered only five, because it is always KokuZ. I do all accounts, I will not be a burden to him, so I pretended to folk who can not practice on a full stomach. And he said to me then Ustinova cheek and said, through what-with pride:''Oh I do not give anyone your Džeke!''

I always like when we used to eat in town, come and beg from us. Me do not like it, but babo says that they are ashamed of us all. Old Mint, the disabled, glohonijemi, drug addicts, gypsies ... Baba used to give some some change, and sometimes not that. He says, not one who can earn. Therefore, do not give money dispensed, because they can not swim, constantly scratch, and say they are the product of early capitalism. (Early capitalism is a system in which rich handre poor until they become sufficiently rich to the poor and have some of their wealth).

But why give babo disabled, because many of them perished in the war and they are not guilty for the war or because they have no money. A small ones just scare off the Roma, because average for others. It's a business here. Roma here nosaju baby and dress up like a real Muslim would only get more money, so just like they are trying to have more children to earn more. Sometimes babo wants to buy them roll, but they seek only money. He is disgusted that exploiting these children, and cursed them all on the list. A mention of the country.

''You know, Keno, how can you recognize a sick society ...'' he asks me, and I know that I do not ask, but they want something smart to tell me. "When farmers go waste milk, a disabled war hunger strike, then you know-shit in the country! And this ... you have so many beggars in Bosnia ... it is a typical syndrome of a sick society ..." (The syndrome is when you have an illness or not all his).

Menu, then be glad that I Muzaferov, because I could easily be a syndrome, like some of these gypsies, and then paying in advance that we and those old boots just right for at least another year ...

And he said to me, so you Dad, while we were eating one kebab, that has contracted with some jarane that works like a waiter. Sarajevo Film Festival begins, the city is full of the diaspora and foreigners can make money, just be helpful to us until they start school in September ... And I was glad that we are talking about everything, and what we always say everything is and what it is.

And when I asked him to optionally have a professor that works like a waiter, is not a vain studied, he says to me:''In Bosnia, my Keno ... In Bosnia all have ...''

I could easily tell him then that is still better to play football and making millions rather than spend time at school, be a professor to work like a waiter, but I did not want to consent to his passion. Pošutio a bit, because he was staring at something kebab. Keep it the way the forks in the air, between the mouth and somun, and stared at him ...

I saw that it was imagined, but I pretended not to see. He also, when used to the idea, looks like it's sad. Then, suddenly shopping, remember that this, and continue to talk where he left off. ''And soon you come and aunt Amina ... Will lead and Damir. Bedrooms with us ...'' he said as if nothing had happened.

I love aunt Aminu, because every time we bring something nice from America. A cousin of Damir almost not know, because aunt comes every three years and only one was with her husband and Damir. He said that the airline tickets right expensive.

I asked my father why our refugee diaspora when they are called refugees, but he explained that our refugees during the war were refugees, like Amina's aunt, but no longer, because now I can return but will not, and they therefore called diaspora .. . Raja them here, he says, does not like, because they come with money and can not escape from Bosnia whenever they Cefn, so these are our jealous.

And when I asked him if my mother diaspora Muzafer again paused, and I do this day I have not asked anything more ... We never talk about the matter, and I sometimes forget.

I just told him, in the evening when I lay in bed, to remind aunt Aminu that I wear a 35 shoe, so if you run into some boots ... He then winked at me and kissed me on the forehead, because I was scratching his chin when you kiss me on the cheek. And he knows that I do not like.

I dream that night, aunt, Amina. She goes, and wearing my boots. And that "Nike"! So I got the right mood. The day was beautiful. Tomorrow is supposed to be Friday, which means that Muzafer goes with that konobariše buddy and I to sleep with Rasim. It did not sound so bad, I kontao ... Rasim has a daughter, Mirela, and we are super paradise.

Mirela is older than me two years. She has one leg, because he stepped on a mine which is called pate. And when the war was already finished. Now she has dentures, so it almost does not notice-and wears a long skirt ...
I already have a couple of times slept with Rasim, that when something Muzafer translating for the UN. I saw that her feet. I mean, the prosthesis. The first time I saw her I could not sleep at all. It's terrible when one has no legs ... But she is not begging because Rasim Amra and her mother would rather starve to death than this.

Mirela is the best student in his class. It is a real smart, dispersing the math, and wants to study economics. It is not clear to me how someone can love math.

But Mireille and read books about aliens and ghosts, and knows a lot of strange stories.When I once slept with her, we talked almost all night on whether the alien and whether there are ghosts. She thinks that there is a guarantor. I'm not sure, because it is difficult to believe in something that does not exist. A head and it hurts me every time so sometimes I think about things that do not respond. Mireille says she likes to think about it because it is a difficult equation to which only she can find a solution, but I just love those equations in which there is a rapid response.

So again I ask how is it that the Earth is round, and we do not pospadamo with her ...

And then I realized that the planet is so large that we do not see that its curvature, so we seem like they always go for the flat.

In school I learned that people previously believed that the Earth was flat, and even burned at the stake anyone who spoke differently! So a lot of smart people ended up in the fire. Skonto I that we should not always be sensible, because it would guarantee me that I burned was born then.

But there are some questions that nobody has the right answer. For example: What is the old chicken-or the egg?

When I first heard this question in Raji, I thought it was a zajebancija. Or let zajebana puzzle. And I was depressed for days, because I figured TRICK. The kids were laughing so much that I think about it, because for them it was only good folk. And I did. Because if we can not answer this simple question, then the fact we do not know anything! And it's not zajebancija. After a long dumanja I decided to Kanem these puzzles, so once you grow up you might find a solution ...
Therefore, as far as aliens and ghosts, not at all seriously thinking ...

But because I was thinking about Mirela. She has beautiful green eyes, long hair čičkavu, little brown skin, and really sad that this beautiful creature has no legs ... It can not in general to participate in sports ... Rasim she said that paying in advance something that exists and it is the Paralympics, but she will not hear. And I read her article''''Avaz on how our volleyball team, since the war began until now, been several times European and world champions in the sitting volleyball! It was just silent. Certainly realized that lie that it's not bad, because I really look sad when they play a sport ...

But we also be glad to have both legs, because what would I do that I can not play football?The flakes have no idea so I had it set at mathematics, and there I am handicapped ...

I was a bit stupid so they think, and decided that, before training, go to the internet to look once more goals which he scored against Belgium Džeko. My facebook is all the folu Jack and our team. I put the goals that our players scoring in European leagues and for Bosnia, and responds to comments from the raja.

Once, just to click on it, I hear the bell.

I go and open the door, when what-cops. Two policemen, look right fucked, and a woman dressed like a man in the department. She looks at me, do not turn view. And I deliberately because I wanted to tell her a good day, but only police officers.

''Is there lives Muzafer Sudžuka?''A police officer asks me.

Lives'',''I say.

A''jel Muzafer at home?''Asks the other cops.

''No,''I say.

''And do you know A child?''Asks again what it was.

''How did I know, certainly a game of chess Neđo ...'' answer, and I am not allowed to raise its head over how the woman looks at me.

''Kenan And did you?''She asks me.

Did ...''''I say.

''I'm your mom, Kenan ...'' she says, holding out his hand.

And I answered her not, because I suddenly Sjebo right. I was frustrated in the second.(The Most mean when someone is fucked up and not know how not to be). And they slammed shut the door in his face. I shivered. I could hardly breathe. I did not know what to think. I cried a little, but I did not know whether by luck or because of something else, so I stopped crying. I listened to it are gone, but some time I heard anything from your breath and heart that I was pounding so loud that I could hear the newborn ears.

When I calmed down a bit to hear them go down the staircase and talk about something. I called the father of the cell. It was not answered, so I feel like I'm on this planet ... And then I called Mirela and told her everything. She knows that ... I remember, and its the one that Rasim looking for, but it was a mistake, because it pomješali with another Rasim he was indicted for war crimes.

Mirela told me to pick up and immediately get to them, but I look good that I do not follow.I waited a bit, checked out the staircase, išunjao from the building, and then I ran as fast legs carry me. Luckily, so I have both.

When I opened the door Mireille hugged me and told me not to cry anymore, and I did not know at all that crying. Rasim and Amra were at work, babo was still''not available''on the mobile, and to me it seemed to me that the whole world became unavailable. Dan was outside was still nice, and people are still going for my things, and I was all prisjelo, because nobody cared how I was. Nobody, except Mirela ...

She sat beside me and told me something. I have no idea what, because I was thinking out loud in my head, so I heard. But the guarantee was something nice, because it sounded nice. I gently wiped my face. And I am paying in advance that this was the first time that I cried and I do not know why. So I wondered why. A Mirela, who'd heard my thoughts, she said that it was because I saw a live mother Anna, and maybe I was scared and the police. I said that I scared of the police, but her, her mother, because it may have come to take me to America. And I'm not going anywhere from babe! And then again, I cried a little, but did not produce tears, but the way in my head was hard, so I could get my breath.

Mirela odskakutala on one leg that we made lemonade, and I was the first time he saw him walking on one leg. As he went by the light of her skirt was made clear, therefore. It lacks a half feet, the knees ... And it is half a bit while she rocked jumping ... When I saw it, I immediately woke up and I stopped crying completely. I saw that there were also up, and I admired her not paying.
When she returned from the kitchen wearing my lemonade, but along the way and put the prosthesis, and walking almost normally again. I was glad that she is my heaven, and to me so gotive.

Mirela Demirović surname. They were from Srebrenica, and it came when the UN has escaped from Srebrenica and let the Chetniks to kill all the people who remained. In fact, only her mother escaped. Mirela is then not yet been born. A Rasim stayed and some are miraculously saved. She told me that Rasim Mirela told her that a month living in the woods and ate bugs and worms and mushrooms and everything something. Then he lived for a time with Amr in Tuzla, and were moved to Sarajevo, because there Rasim had a cousin who was hit by a sniper. And now in the apartment of his cousin and two of my street.

This is a small apartment that has only a kitchen, one bedroom and bathroom. The kitchen is always sitting, and there sleep Amra and Rasim. Stretch sofa, so. A Mirela gave another room because of the love and want her to have peace when they learn. I have always fine with them, because they actually work Amra in a burgdžinici the bazaar and a real good pie, and Rasim likes to talk about his life before the war ...

He always talks about the life before the war a bit when this later ... It is safe because he went to work the action all over Yugoslavia and had her everywhere Raje. That's why he is still in the kitchen holding a large picture of Tito. He says when Tito died that all wept, and Serbs and Croats and the Muslims ... Then there was not so many beggars or drug addicts, old world was given one pension, KK''Bosnia''was European champion in basketball, a''Sarajevo''and''Željo''won the big European clubs.

I am paying in advance that they were really great and therefore the U.S. is not good.

And so is my babo always swore Dayton and the state.

And I love you Rasim story about the life before the war, because Muzafer never talks about it, but always about this war and after. And it is safe because it is at war SIFET lost his younger brother, my uncle whom I never met ... And so Grandma and Granddad as killed by a shell on the market while they were in line for bread, nor never met them ... And also lost his other sister, Amel and her husband, because the grenade hit an apartment just a few days before the signing of the Dayton agreement, and neither of them have never met. I only met Amin aunt, but she now lives in America, so just like that and no. So babo Muzafer could not forget the war and halls, and he was just me, and I only him ...

And then the phone rang and Mirela occurred. It was Babo.

When you asked me what I called him and why I went into training, I was only then remembered that I needed to practice. In this Saturday, we should have a friendly match, we were told to come to some Swabian watching us, so it was important to train the right ...

I told Baba that I completely forgot about the training, because it appeared a woman with two zajebana policeman, asked him, Muzafera Sudžuka, and I told them that I do not know where, because the fact I did not know where it is, then she is a woman told my mother and gave me a hand, and I have her, then slammed the door in his face, waiting for they go, and then ran to Mirela, because I was afraid that it will take me with you, and to me that this woman says my mother to take with you and take you to America, and I'm not going nowhere from him, and that he would dare to give me away. And then I cried again. A babo said that I did well, that she will fuck all the list, to stay with Rasim, and behold him a little later, and he loves me and that nothing sikira. And to me it was easier then, but I was still sorry that I went to training.

Mirela told me not to cry because men do not cry.

I did not want her to say that this is not true because I saw my father many times when drunk crying. However, I was a crying shame that the girl, and I wondered how she never cries. She says this is because he believes that everything is from God given, and the happiness and sadness, and that it is always easier to think so.

I've had a problem with that, because I could not understand why God gives us to be happy, if we will be after rastuživati. And as God gave it to fit on the pate, and the U.S. should be happy he is without legs ... Niđe connection, I thought. But Mireille says that people are stupid and would not know that they are happy if it never would be unfortunate, therefore.

It's meant to me that I must be happy that I'm sad, and when I'm happy to be happy that I'm not sad. However, I was sad, and not at all happy about it.

That day, I slept with Mirela. And then we all became clear. That, in respect of happiness and unhappiness ...

I'm actually fell in love with Mirela and I was almost completely forgotten, and the mother and Jack and that guy from Germany that came in Saturday to watch us, and for all ...Here's how it was.

That night they were Muzafer Rasim and drink right. What if the mother came to the door ... I have been with Mirel in her room, but they talked so loudly that all could hear, and I could not Mirela nothing else to do but to listen.

Rasim was ubjeđivao Muzafera to henna useless job. A babo he cursed the Anu and the court and the courtroom, and said that she has no right to take me himself, and that is a whore, and that is able to make svakakog belaja when we see it. And then again Rasim ubjeđivao to henna useless job. A Amra was constantly told to be quiet, children will hear them.

And the children, we fol me and Mirella ...

One time they were talking quietly, and could only make out all''... I tore it and threw it into the bucket ...'',''... dabogda her judged on Judgement Day!''A Amra they spoke again to be quieter.

And then they switched the story to the war disabled, the court in The Hague (written in The Hague), and how the Hague Sprdačina with these suffering people, and that Serbia, rather than to recognize the genocide, it enters into Europe before us, and how it will all get visas to travel before us, and how this is all still there are Muslims, now seen, and that is why now become Muslims who both Serbs and Croats, and how these will continue to odcjepe, and we do not fol lady, and how they were filled with dick and turbo-folk seljakluka, and that nothing here is no longer valid, and that it would be best if someone dropped an atomic bomb on Bosnia''to go to all the nice blue blazes!''

And then Amra said:''Now you're really exaggerating!''

And I did not care or even to the Hague for genocide for all the peasants in the world. I was bothered what they whisper more than anything. I wondered what it Muzafer tore and tossed into the bucket, and what it meant when he talked about the court and the Day of Judgement ... And I was sad again, and not at all happy about it. Everything around me has become too difficult for some equations. I started me a head ache ... I thought it was Judgement Day, when they are decided in court that I can stay with Muzafer and that the mother tried vain around me.

''You're not to, painful, Judgement Day,''said Mirela.

''So what then is the Day of Judgement?''I asked.

Judgement Day''is when you die, so that God is alive, and then all held accountable for their sins,''said Mireille, and added:''And then God decides who goes to heaven and who to hell, kontaš? '

No''accounts,''I admitted.

''So what-God revive all the people and then they tried,''said Mirela.

''And why do they judge?''I asked myself.

''And for everything bad that they did while they were alive,''she said.

''Fuck it, better to judge them while they were alive!''I said.

Mirela And then smiled sweetly. I guess it was nice ...

And I could just to believe in the Day of Judgement. I think it is a good suggestion that any trial before you die. For some fajde me than that, if the mother brought me to America and there I get old and die ... I could not imagine being without Muzafera babe. Without him we would not care even to become a co Džeko!

And then I was again frustrated.

Then Muzafer burst into the room, swaying slightly, and the stink is brandy, but it did not bother me when he kissed me, because he is my father and I love him right. Only that this time a little longer keep the lips on my forehead, and a little more pressed me to himself, so we were surprised that he's so ... It's not a good sign, I thought. I then said good night to listen Amru and Rasim, that after training picim right down, and you do not go home until he came to pick me up ... We turned off the light and went, and I remained in the dark, totally worried about his fate and how will such, nasikiran, play on Saturday.

When I lie with Mirela, Amra we always inflates the mattress and make a nice linens on the floor. Mirela asleep on the bed next to me, and be just fine to me. We can whisper and talk late into the night, so.
I stared at the ceiling ... I could see him only occasionally when a car goes down the street.The light outside the windows painted on the ceiling, elongated and shifted them from one corner to another, and then again left in the dark. But I'm definitely staring ...

And then she asked me Mirela:''And so it seems that your mother Ana, right beautiful?''

''I do not know ... way. I have not looked,''I replied.

''So how does it look?''She asked.

''I do not look like me at all to that mother in the picture,''I replied.

''What's that?''She asked again.

''Has red hair instead of black, and was cropped short,''I replied.

I''?''

''I wear a suit, the same male, but no tie.''

''Do not lesbian?''She continued.

''What do you mean?''I ask her.

''So what ... fag. Maybe like a woman?''

''To love a woman would not have gone with UNPROFOR ...''

''So maybe this really was a female unproforac ...''

''Do not fuck, is not that nice.''

Ma''just kidding ... And you?''

''What do I do?''

Jel''I love women or men?''

''I love football.''

Welcome to ...'' I know. But the latter ...''

''Well, women, fala bogu.''

A jel ti''I like me?''She asked.

''Well, like you ... We paradise,''I replied.

''I do not think so,''she says.

But''?''I ask her.

''So what ... jel think I'm beautiful?''she asks me.

''Well, I think ... You have a nice,''I say.

A''no matter what you do not have legs?''She asks.

''What do you mean?''I ask her.

''Well if you was my boyfriend; jel would you mind I do not have legs?''She asks again.

''It would not,''I say. More bothers me,''you're bigger than me.''

''To me, it does not matter,''she says.

''You do not even bother me that you do not have legs,''I say.

''You want to see?''She asks me.

''What?''I say.

''This leg, I saw that constantly zagledaš ... Will you see that?''

''So I can not in the dark ...'' pulled out.

''Can. Give me a hand.''

I give her hand, and all we bummer. Mirela take my hand and crawl under the quilt ...There was a real hot ...

''Well, see ...'' she whispered. I put my hand on the leg.

''Well, look I ...'' I stammered. I try to pull his hand back ... She was caught ... I shake my fist ... And then I gently stroked her hand. Banks was seized me chills. I did not know what to do ... Mirela I took his hand and put it on the part where her foot was cut off. Then he slowly managed by my hand and told me he was pardoned. And I stroked it with her hand on mine. Where once the knee was only worn leather. I felt strange, but I was not disgusted by her ... The fact that Mireille had no legs does not bother me fall in love with her ...

Withdrew my hand and I suddenly found myself in her bed. Beneath the quilt was fine and warm, but the more I knew if I hot or cold. And then you kissed me. Right in the mouth. I did not know how to love, but I quickly learned. I shivered. But I do not like it when I get scared mother, but completely different. I got up and ran into the toilet. I tried to print, but I was able to. I was afraid not to enter all the cups around the toilet.

When I returned to my room, Mireille was turned the other way and is already asleep. Or are the rules to sleep. I lay down on his mattress and continued to stare at the ceiling. I was just more nasikiran, but I was thinking about what exactly happened, and why I could not urinate when I was so drove. I knew that there is something wrong.

All night I turned and listened to Mireille breathe ... So I realized that I fell in love. I fell asleep just before dawn.

I dream that the Day of Judgement ...

I was, like dead folk, but in fact I had a feeling that the dream was dead. Only, I hear a voice that resonates and says: "Arise, Kenan! It was hard to stand up, because as I get up, just like when I'm dead? When will you turn that voice (and this is fol was God): "Arise, Arise, Kenan!

I somehow rise. What, all dusty and muddy. Shake off the country itself and paying in advance that we lifted the canoe. Whether I was ashamed of God. Hides the calculation of the hands, pushing it down, makes you down, but it stands as-is. I looked up to see if God sees me, but above God, or even a star or anything.
I hear again: "Come on, Kenan!

I go ... I walk by, and everything I go, people are rising from graves. Also like the zombie movies. Risers and stress yourself with the ground, and walk towards the voice in the distance. But to me it was not terribly difficult in the movies, because I am now a zombie, so.

Suddenly, I find the people, in fact, the zombies that are waiting in line. Blacks, Chinese, Indians, all ... Red was thousands of kilometers long. In fact, he did not see the end. And everyone in line. Some curse. Some yawn. And some are returning back because they forgot to pick up with you arm or leg ... I remember you Mirela. I watched it and she waits in line ... I just wanted to see if both feet ...

Only, I see her feet, lying by the roadside. And see, Mirela, waiting in line. No legs. I'll take the one her feet and ran to it and the zombies began to cry out for me to get back in line.Each in their own language.
I come to it, rejoicing that we will be judged together, and she who does not know me ...Give her one leg, and she just took it and continued to wait in line. Neither thank you, nothing ... I was worthless I am persuaded that Kenan, and the like-for Free! Generally I do not know ... And so it is your turn to us ...

God has had a long, sits a beard and mustache and sitting on a cloud. Looked like I was more Santa Claus, but to God. Just as he was not pleased as Santa Claus but was a real angry, because he had his hands full ...

And then came my turn.

Suddenly, I no longer saw anyone around. We were just me and God.

''What is it, Kenan?''Asks me what God looks like Santa Claus.

''What?''I say, a vote anywhere.

''Yeah!''Prodere God, and show my finger on the calculation.

I look and the thing is we still raised.

Well ...'' piški ...'' I stammered.

I turned up and stand to urinate.

And letters I am so, letters, and letters ... Do not stop. When I hear again: "Kenan"

Be marketable. Rubbed his eyes. See: Rasim standing over me.

''Keno, son, let's get up ...'' says.

Only then paying in advance that I'm dreaming ... I look ... I typed. I was lying in a pool of his urine! In the country I fell in embarrassment ...

Undress wet pants, put them in your pocket, and ran home to bathe before training and change. I come to the apartment, squirting the staircase. I try to open the door ... I see it, bend ... I get stuck, push harder, and I fall into the corridor.

And in the hallway ... Wrong kitchen chair ...

I looked up ... Babo Muzafer and hanging on the horse mackerel from the vacuum cleaner ...

He stared at the ceiling ... I rocked up.

His pants were wet, it leaked a series of leg and rule puddle on the floor ...

And so I stopped to talk. So I stopped dreaming ...

 

Elvis Hadzic, May 2o1o

 

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