A Memory of a Dream
A Memory of a Dream

Summary/Abstract: What has the child dreamed of? I wonder sitting in my Zagreb skyscraper, floating together with the frantic pre-Christmas snowflakes, with a glass of red wine in my hand, the wine from the only vines that had survived the war, from Poprikača, where my grandfather, every time he went to that vineyard, killed a horned viper. They nested in the porous sandy soil framed by drywall, raspberries and weeds, glistened in the sun, flicked their tongues in the heat of the summer morning, and then my grandfather would raise his sickle, the bees and bumblebees would fly up, the weasel would escape into the rocky mouth of fear. And then everything would be over, we the children would get a headless, scary and innocent toy for yet another afternoon no different from any other. In my apartment, like in a spaceship, far from any signal, from any message or call, from any need or desire, I finally remember that dream.

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