Trafika Europe 7 - Ukrainian Prayer

Milorad Pejić

ANTE TOPIĆ MIMARA

You dealt with things; people radiate nothing. As your property multiplied (also our poverty), the pundits met to consider how and with whose help you had acquired so much in the wide world. Thus with your blood cooling with the years, your homesickness boiled down to an elementary yearning for the forests, the sea, and the stone. From time to time a drunken wind would waft the scent of linden into your room, crawling all over your antiques like an infant. When, departing this life, you left your line of work, for a long time packages kept on arriving at your vacant address and shipments continued to be sent out. Order had been upset and dusts mixed up, but here in the wide world I came to understand your genius: you sold expensively things you’d bought cheaply. My soul, however, is cooling: I rummage through my photo albums less and less often. My thirst for that country I slake by leafing through tourist guides.

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