ON THE 25TH OF FEBRUARY

It was long time ago, before my birth. Mom, Dad and I were walking in the park, I do not quite remember which one - I guess Kosutnjak. They seemed happy and therefore I was glad. Dad put his hand on Mom’s belly to caress me and was proud I was kicking as a footballer. Suddenly some people with masks over their faces came out of the woods and took my father away. My mother was frightened and cried and I was born two months prematurely.