Miro Petrović: Ljetopis
Miro Petrović: Chronicle

Summary/Abstract: At the beginning of May 1994, during the preparation of the next issue of Stećka, which I edited at the time, Angelina Šimić, a permanent contributor to the newspaper and a journalist from Oslobođenja, brought me a poem by Mira Petrović, without a title. Even today, I don't know how she got there, because that was the time of the complete blockade of Sarajevo, although an agreement between Croats and Muslim Bosniaks on the Federation had already been signed in Washington (it was on March 18 of the same year, to remind you all of that !). From Fojnica, where he spent the entire war until the conflict between the BiH Army and HVO, Miro Petrović with his wife and two sons was already somewhere in Herzegovina, whether in his native Klobuk or somewhere else, I did not know exactly. His poem, the first verse of which read: That sky, those whistles, is how, in fact, we connected for the first time (during the war, unfortunately, he never contacted me from Fojnica).

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