They wake us up at 6am, Punctual as a clock. Leia is the first one. Although she is 12 years old and, according to the generally accepted calculation, belongs to the same category as her guardian - me (it’s that very wide category of “the old” that – at least when it concerns female beings – includes everyone older than 50), Leia is always ready to engage in the feline Rock’n’Roll, especially of the nocturnal and the early morning kind.
As I’m sitting in my old apartment in Zagreb, Croatia, before flying to America, I’m trying to remember what the idea of America had meant for me, a young adolescent growing up in the Socialist Federative Republic of Yugoslavia, a country that had been subsequently thrown into “the trash can of history”, to quote Karl Marx (as I vaguely remember from my Marxist education high school classes!). The ideas were powerful, enchanting, seductive, irresistible. Those ideas had the strength to finally