This Shooting This shooting has gotten into our blood. Without shooting (just like without your morning coffee) you can't get your day going. And do you remember how, at the start of the war, after a shell burst a hush would fall, like the deadly silence when someone in a bar blabbed something against Tito or the Party? Shells have now gotten into our bones. When there is a silence, you're as taut as a string. You keep thinking: My God, what are they fixing for us now? With that silence they only instill more fear into our bones. But as soon as a heavy machine gun makes itself heard, I loosen up right away, my wife begins making a pie, the kids start chattering around the house. They are shooting again--everything's all right, then. Yesterday, back home from work, I asked: was there any shooting while I was gone? My youngest daughter told me: You should have seen, Dad, how nicely two of them whizzed by! (from The Polish Cavalry, 2002)
This Shooting.
Hadziselimovic, Omer
This Shooting This shooting has gotten into our blood. Without shooting (just like without your morning coffee) you can't get your day going. And do you remember how, at the start of the war, after a shell burst a hush would fall, like the deadly silence when someone in a bar blabbed something against Tito or the Party? Shells have now gotten into our bones. When there is a silence, you're as taut as a string. You keep thinking: My God, what are they fixing for us now? With that silence they only instill more fear into our bones. But as soon as a heavy machine gun makes itself heard, I loosen up right away, my wife begins making a pie, the kids start chattering around the house. They are shooting again--everything's all right, then. Yesterday, back home from work, I asked: was there any shooting while I was gone? My youngest daughter told me: You should have seen, Dad, how nicely two of them whizzed by! (from The Polish Cavalry, 2002)