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Standing up Feeble My hands sensibly trembling My cheesy knees Sunset diming out perceptions First it came the sound of the woods all around Short winds among the tree branches Then came a muffled barking of a dog Then came the smell of the sheep Sort of fresh air Not cold It made me feel at home Fresh springs after the salvage ice cold rage of Koshava I stumbled Had...
Granite stone mountains inextricable woods around me still the breeze from the sea to be perceived Never away enough to be allowed to forget it Half asleep Tired Myself a gravestone Don rsquo t pretend to be awake The deadly challenge not over yet inside my skipping heartbeats my aching muscles Darkness around me Silence Not a movement in the room Still air Don rsquo t even dare to open...
Dark night no moon above in the sky Laying on the coldest ground a gust of wind made me shiver My eyes wide open just turning them around black rocks surrounded me I forced myself to stand up it took a deep strain I moved some painful steps around trying to focus on the darken shapes of the rocks I had been laying on top of a huge block of...
That cigarette smoke Say the whole room stinking nbsp I dared opening my eyes Vision blurred Light Shadows Some undefined silhouettes moving around Then all of a sudden Brinks rsquo voice just next to my nbsp ear His breath bourbon plus Camel Should have recognized him from the start ldquo Your illness made all of us join you in this end of the world refuge Strange attitudes of our Corsican...
No time Lost in memories like in a dream Bad memories Good memories Flashes my green card nbsp expired Expelled nbsp No way to fix this Back to Bosnia nbsp No way A warrant on me like a sword of Damocles Visegrad at distance The river THE BRIDGE Grandpa Zulfikar patting me in an airport we both weird he disheveled an eye his left eye eyelids retracted into an empty...
Uncle Leon introducing me to QSI Int nal School in Sarajevo Told me make yourself quite a bit scared not too much Be yourself the new Zulfikar Ahmetovic we ve been building up for you kid Last survivor of an extinguished bosniak family only relative this dusky American uncle of mine no genealogy required Me a loner nbsp Let all of them schoolmates teachers guess what I am Mixed blood...
Back then Back then My smell awful stink of mine nbsp Three weeks without washing same clothes on Half human half beast The Centaur From unruly Visegrad rsquo s outskirts a prisoner now Dragged into a civilized life Not too far away but Sarajevo is still a city Close to a city at least Cleaned new clothes sealed in a compound Segregated Scrutinized What I knew My family My mother...
Getting nbsp propped up for action ahead My own bloody work to nbsp be done The one I hoped I was relieved nbsp from long ago The one I m best suited at despite all my hopes A half abandoned farm in the middle of nowhere Corsican mountains like my homeland ones Local thugs asleep nbsp or talking softly in their own language I can barely get some words Me...
An unavoidable need to understand nbsp nbsp Flaming up nbsp Gearing up No way to suppress it Unavoidable unthinkable unrecoverable nbsp NEED TO UNDERSTAND It rsquo s my addiction It rsquo s my wife and it rsquo s my life This will lead me straight to my grave I can rsquo t help Back into it nbsp Yes it all started with the non French name in the news The...
Back to the old house Back with the big menacing dogs back with the sheep Some water some food some rest Me splashed into a worn huge armchair Some nap Then Jeannot talking to me soft toned Almost not to be overheard by Ange His own amazing good English ldquo We rsquo re all like relatives here There are things that might ease you in understanding why we rsquo re...
Days rolling by in the lost in the woods farmhouse The Land Cruiser well nbsp hidden in a barn front to the exit in case me must nbsp flee Ange never talkative then all of a sudden he picked 3 beers chestnut nbsp beers from the cool cave One for each other one for the shepherd almost mute except when recalling his dogs Do you guess why we re here...
Ange opened a hidden compartment inside a large fuel tank on the side nbsp He gestured me to place there my guns the two M91s and the Crna Strela with its extra long barrel the T4 He had extra tanks all of them full on the cargo bed nbsp He checked my Italian documents You don t look Italian muttered He squared me unkindly Bet you re Turkish I m...
Some days back Some weeks back World topsy turvy all along Wars Killings Civilians Kids Blood and dirt all over the corpses No good ones to entrust no bad ones to hate in depth nbsp at least on my gypsy side My Italian friend s half jewish no way to mistake nbsp whose side he nbsp stands on nbsp nbsp No rules to break anymore No allies no friends It...
Some sleep later some better feelings Sunday mid morning out for a walk Not too cold not a rainy day just grey clouds above in the sky nbsp Not a windy day Say today I feel comfortable Brinks out of sight a coffee with croissant at L rsquo Abetone my own grey eyed lover out of reach deep into her studies I just keep walking feeling the calm of the...
Late night wake up Call me anxious call me worried Resuming forced to sign in Company stuff Chief R discarding read her forcing me in No one to trust no one to be trusted Say constant betrayal constant deception blackmail when needed Sometimes enforcement sometimes death Money as the bottom line sure one rsquo s allowed to make Gelt on the side Brinks a veteran of the bloodiest dirtiest unofficial...
Croccante part two nbsp September 18th nbsp Strange lull Sniper rifles stashed Waiting for Mario rsquo s call Two days spent wandering Wasting time Brain frying with anxiety Worries Phone n 3 always with me always on nbsp Day one Saturday 16th Damn hot weather Maestrale wind dropped Woke up late shower coffee Out for a walk But just at my door literally on my doormat a big wrapped box...
Croccante nbsp Croccante doesn rsquo t mean crisp It rsquo s local jargon for rogue So I must be rouge To pass my green card stuff To get my all American reality set ok nbsp September 15th First contact Brink rsquo s connections down here in Northern Sardinia Brink hosting an out of hand dinner nice restaurant over the sea His connection somehow late a retired guy from SISDE now...
Sassari September 6th Sunday morning calm City almost empty nice temperature for now few clouds above Having my lazy wake up breakfast at the Abetone new student waitresses at the counter me outside smoking Camels watching the street rehearsing last night dinner with Brink Plus some unsuspected collaterals about my Italian friend who paved my way here Last night Brink vigilant kind of edgy He urged me to dine with...
Hot Say hot nbsp Deadly hot weather Unforgiving sunshine reminds me of Alcaeus rsquo fragment on Sirius nbsp Been spending quite some week in July Getting ready for the job laying bases becoming familiar with roads and places And faces Say I rsquo ve been trained to this slow pace routine to tame any anxiety for those frenzied days to be nbsp Up and down with my friend rsquo s...
Still in Sardinia This sort of diary skips days and nights Weeks Preliminary ops Been quite busy lately First steps nbsp A relationships established My friend rsquo s friends sooo useful nbsp Deeply nice people cultured and well mannered nbsp AS a bit crazy minded but effectively updated in intnl affairs deem him useful and desperately ingenuous My best cover up his political ideas so different from mine that deep...
Il mio amico egrave ripartito mi ha lasciato le chiavi Non si egrave dimenticato di presentarmi alla sua piccola rete Dimenticavo il nbsp mio amico egrave un bravo tessitore di reti Mescola l ininfluente nbsp con il potenziale Coglie i risvolti Ha un naso da segugio per le possibilit agrave Cos igrave con affabile noncuranza mi ha presentato alle sue reti Un incontro per caso mentre sta bevendo una birra...
nbsp Che bellezza sono in italia La Direttrice si egrave fatta accompagnare a Fiesole per una registrazione di nbsp Uncommon Knowledge Peter Robinson ci aspettava a Roma per portarci in Toscana Tutti pazzi per la cucina italiana ma io sono balcanico A me piacciono i sapori forti i peperoni e la carne di pecora Cos igrave mi ha imposto qualche giorno di vacanza e mi ha spedito nell rsquo isola...
Buongiorno a tutti Dobar dan nbsp Lo steward notturno della amatissima Direttrice ha tra i suoi compiti la preparazione dei pasti Nessuno nbsp si fida di noi zingari la Direttrice sa bene che non sono un puro bosniaco in privato sottolinea maligna la mia pelle scura quasi come la sua e mi ha dedicato una sezione della cucina all uopo Ovvero la preparazione delle polpette avvelenate nbsp Una delle volte...
Premessa chi scrive si sente Americano quindi il punto di vista egrave critico a fini propositivi nbsp Il sistema complesso di alleanze di una potenza imperiale egrave intrinsecamente soggetto a variazioni di generi differenti A equilibri e interessi economici B convergenze e divergenze culturali C evoluzioni tecnologiche nbsp Il potere americano diretto e culturale massimo dal 1943 al 1972 anno della perdita di convertibilit agrave del dollaro e deflessione nel...
Il mio nome egrave Zulfikar Ahmetovic Dicono che io sia nato dalle parti di Visegrad nbsp vi mander ograve una foto del ponte che diede titolo al romanzo di Ivo Andric Perch eacute sono musulmano e sono nato in Bosnia Herzegovina prima della guerra sono considerato una vittima da compensare Il mio nome egrave un nome di famiglia anche mio nonno si chiamava Zulfikar e mia nonna Fatmah Sono comunque...