"Father says not to look out the window. But the man in the grey coat is already inside. He is not a soldier. He has no gun. He only asks us to remember. And when we remember, we forget who we are."
He did not speak aloud. He spoke inside my skull. strah u ulici lipa pdf
I am writing this final paragraph in the basement of building number 7. My flashlight is dying. The rememberers have stopped whispering. They are all looking at me. Mr. Hadžić is smiling with my mother’s lips. "Father says not to look out the window