E n these days, all cities resemble each other.
Seen from the sky, the houses are items a huge number of architectural plans, with dust under the walls and crumbs rotten biscuits .
With
good luck in some of these houses, you can still find things like:
A cameo with a photo of an unknown
An annotated book
Pencil
very old clothes widely used
A doll without / with eyes and lips painted in pastel pink roof
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one found on the street of signs with the old names of streets, those I knew. I wondered how they have managed to re-appoint all or even with another alphabet. The city. Neighborhoods. The streets. Also people were called differently.
And that I was only gone for four years.
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still do not know if writing gulag in lowercase or uppercase
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recognized the station a tree. A tree rising giant in the field, few minutes before entering the city, and not unlike any other in the world. I know it was there when, as a Baron in the Trees, I love for the first time, with Militsa, the girl who lived down the street. Only now its branches are stumps struck by a lightning . The signs say Суботица rather Szabadka . I do not understand the Cyrillic spellings.
not for the tree might have fallen to Sofia.
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In those four years I learned to hate everything connected with the name of my city. I have always criticized this stupid obsession that forces most people to return to the land by will or circumstance, one day left. When someone will not need luggage.
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If I had to choose I take the cameo.
Since they changed the name to the city, to finish burning the tree.
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