Vse moje vojne
Text: Maruša Krese
Photos: Meta Krese
Mladinska knjiga, 2009
Reasonableness. America. Just yesterday you were a well-known writer on a fellowship and over night you become an emigrant. You don’t choose the country, you don’t choose the moment, you don’t choose the people around you. You have to become grateful and then you slowly start to vanish. You start becoming someone who needs to smile and possibly almost bow to every kind word that comes from other people. You say thank you even to nightmares that haunt your nights, you thank for the sleepless nights, for tears, for pain. You say thank you all the time and just in case, so you don’t forget about gratitude, but you do forget who you are.