No, I don’t understand the world anymore. You send your child to school and he may or may not return, depending on the whim of some troubled kid who happens to have an assault weapon in his backpack. You hear the argument: if all the people in Phoenix had been armed, they would have prevented […]
The only real question is how to prevent oneself from hollering, yelling, screaming and crying all day long. My daily ritual of reading the paper every morning is looking more and more like a masochistic exercise in pouring huge amounts of toxic waste directly into my brain. Where do I even start? Do I start
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Introduction I was born in the city called Zagreb, in the republic of Croatia, in the country called Socialist Federative Republic of Yugoslavia. In the eighties, upon meeting my husband Goran who was studying in Belgrade, the capital of the republic of Serbia as well as the federal capital, I tried to live my life
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