Poached egg and Olive branch

Written by: Elvis Hadzic

In Salt Lake City, festive atmosphere. The city was decorated. Dried trees are surrounded by heat lamps. Houses and yards in glittering colors. Sway Snješkobijelići inflatable Santa Claus and the cold wind. The courtyards are seldom see the whole biblical story as a puppet stage. By wharves, stores and shopping malls Christmas music. All decorated and all are mostly not. This month, most serve a little breath. Restaurants operate in all possible shifts. Even homeless people attempt to hot soup. The invasion of new movie theaters, at home classic romantic fairy-tale creations. Untie the bag and the bag. Visit the family. People try to be better people. I spend, of course. Injected a bit of adrenaline into the American economic and cultural system. One good vein infusion into the vein.

I read, in Croatia and Bosnia pjetlovi crows crying cowards. Dodik began an offensive, Ruben was accidentally there, neighbor in passing, Pacific queer and Čova thinks Cola ... In the Balkans, still skips records, people are still using drugs hollow story.

And the West is nothing new. Obama is the best evidence yet that does not matter who sits at the helm of this country-all blow in the same pipe. The holiday mood. NBA finally moving. Agreed to. When it comes to hunting to find a common language. Only with us each a common language-a foreign language. We each have a shepherd's pipe.

When I came to America I thought that life is always elsewhere, and now I see that is exactly where I am, and that otherwise might be. It is a fact that every remotely logical must obey, sooner or later ... Or adaptiraj or extinct ... Or moves, if you can. However, all my life brings with it, wherever you are as a shadow that we pull behind the grave. Comte, if not by accident that I was born in Bosnia, then there will be no chance to die in America. If by chance both then it does not matter anyway. You do not need them as soon as you drove. I do not do anything on that and come back. No, they're smart, and what little push to go ... I am tired of Bosnia. Depressed fragments of political and economic Bosnia and Herzegovina becoming morbidniji and blacker in my mind. So many years have passed and still the same mass of people masturbate. I can not believe it.

In America, you at least put a carrot in front of the nose, like a donkey, and go to something, you serve the system ... Then the ass a little rest, eat those carrots ...

And so, "Jingle Bells" every year I honestly foolish, catch up to sing on the way home, even to himself arrogantly laughed. Being accustomed to the American clichés and šarenolike Kičevo, although I firecrackers and fireworks every July izdrmaju well-whistle as a shell, so everything is seen as a ditch that zalegnem. And those little firecrackers treated as bullets ...

I read, and Kusturica throws firecrackers, all crackling in the genocidal Serbian ... And Angelina Jolie tells what is, by common sense, should tell Emir Kusturica.

 When I look around me I feel that the Salt Lake City more in me. In summer, nature, lakes, mountains and snow in winter. And there is no winter. Sundance has become a major film festival. Utah Jazz have a solid team again. The game is played and European football. Real Salt Lake already has one championship title. After school and sports centers Mexicans, Bosnians and Americans of all ages run the ball. As a former Sarajevo Winter Olympics has made this city a little larger city. I suppose, to adapt. Let the instinct for survival. This time I do it consciously, no one forces me to do. By the way, eagerly expecting a baby in his family, and I hope my son will not go to war for the benefit of someone's car and as I had myself, my father, his father, the father of his father, and all the fathers of our fathers. Someone must stop this vicious cycle of karma ... WITCH To Ohana, God permitting, small and me, along with "Jingle Bells" and fireworks ... instead of the broken record and the final whistle of shells.