Memories...

Today i remebered how, once after the war i looked up and saw a plane. Until then, airplanes were always connected with sound of sirene, running to the shelter and playing hide and seek in the before mentioned shelter. It that moment I realised that I’m seeing an airplane for the first time after few years and I’m not afraid. It felt good!
I wrote the same story for the school asignment and it went to Lidrano (writing contest), where it got lost in the crowd of “Some season is again in our town”.


War didn’t get me personally. But a lot of my friends had to go away and they never came back. A lot of them got kiled, some got PTSP, some new dad. Some didn’t get anything except UN tinned ham.

Living in the shelter was almost fun. My brother and I were the only kids there, but we had our time of fun jumping around sponges we used as beds, eating “Sport” cookies with water (there was no milk, tea, juices…) and annoying older neighbours who wanted to hear news on the radio. Parents, of course, weren’t with us. Mom was woring in a hospital and dad was fighting.

Lot of families in my building doubled…some for wife’s wish of having a kid before husband goes on the front, some becouse of recesion and lack of condoms, some becouse of using RIS condoms which were breaking regularly. Some becouse they had nothing better to do than to explore!

A friend’s family doubled…four relatives came with pair of shoes, pants and 2 plastic bags from Tovarnik. As an only child she had difficult time adjusting to sharing toys and colored pens with 2 kids who were only eating and walking around the apartment half naked. Kids can be really mean sometimes. Now, she’s sorry for her behaviour, for our behaviour…we didn’t understand…

Mine stayed the same. But we were splited for one year coz my brother and me went to live with grandparents where it was safer.
It was less traumatic then some other option, but still…having a teeneger and an almost teenager living with grandparents makes you understand “age barrier”. Especially with them being sometimes overprotective with best intentions to spare us of some disturbing knowing. We had to find it out the hard way…


...to be continued...