We spent last night in the country, in Belcici right by where Jana’s spring water comes from and it was an idyllic country house on a hill with orchards surrounding it and a beautiful view to the hills. On the road trip there Willie Nelson and Solomon Burke were blasting on the stereo (not my playlist) and the amount of food consumed was legendary (cevapcici, mortadella to die for, pasta with fresh shrimp and olives,…
Tin and I had a chance to get out to the square alone today and we decided to make the most of it. We took the tram from Tanja’s mom’s apartment in Crnomerec and stopped in at one of the local bakeries and bought a cheese burek for me, and a generous slice of pizza for Tin and then we sat at a cafe with a direct line of sight to the trams coming and…
There is an old woman who I met in 2008 in her underwear during a heat wave in Zagreb, four years later, and the woman walked slowly down the stairs in her underwear, another heat wave, excited to greet not her daughter, not me, but her grandson. In the tiny room in the tiny apartment, the old woman and the young boy make trains out of pillows that go from one end of the room…
I was with a man for years who believed the rational mind overshadowed the spirit world (read: the world of no coincidences). It has come to our realization that the first time we were in Zagreb trying to get Tatjana pregnant – she had left the apartment to walk among the giant trees of Maksimir Park overwhelmed with a feeling that a baby would be born to us – the light had changed, the air…