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It starts with a pool of blood. Nineteen eighties. And then it all starts spinning. The pool of dry blood disappears. Which world is better? The one we are living in, the one we’ve lived through or the one that’s still to come?
The story unites and disunites two time periods: one when in a homeland of “order and hard work” forces were joined in concord, everyone swore by Tito’s honour and believed in packed factories and true comrades, and a second one, the current one, where a promise is no guarantee, where swords of power are being swung only by self-sufficient arrogant individuals who are selling the country’s infrastructure for pennies, this same infrastructure that used to belong to the people, whilst the workers are collateral damage of tycoon business deals, left empty-handed, with not faith, no future, no bread. These are small stories from a small town or how we once believed that we are opening a gate into “another Switzerland” or a Balkan never-never land, but what we got is a box of chocolates, wrapped left and right and all across, but mouldy and smelly and full of worms.
- Št. vlog
- 8–29
- Št. moških vlog
- 3–20
- Št. ženskih vlog
- 5–9
+ an oblong being, the voice of jožica
Odlomek iz besedila
erik
here, see, here, there’s till blood
edo, chess player in the café, erik’s brother
but did you see the accident or just this corpse
erik
just the corpse
here, see, was the head, and he was lying like this and i didn’t see that well, but it seemed he was missing half a face
edo, chess player in the café, erik’s brother
hell, awful
but look, it’s no big deal, people die every day