Clogs

I am a descendant of clogs, two pairs of little clogs left somewhere on the cobblestones......

Dream

Who are you, little boy in an old man's body? Why do you haunt me? Every wrinkle on your face fills.....

The old man sat by the river. Blue eyes gazed into the still, translucent surface of memories. They.....

Snowy clouds drift across the sky, the sun pierces through the dense wall of whiteness in the boy's.....

The boy had not seen them for a long time. He missed them. And sometimes wishes do come true.One.....

From the fierce Herzegovina, from Livno, a black rage flowed, darkening the land and the sky. It.....

It's night. I can't sleep. Hunger gnaws at my stomach, thirst parches my throat. Many other.....

IIIn early August 1941, I, Jakov, a resident of the city of Zagreb, was rounded up by the Ustashe.....