Waitress urged colleagues to prepare a new offer. From the kitchen they called should have put forward a new rations. Tavern is filler. Both inside and outside. Roasted lamb smelled full intensity. Before café parked van full of boys dressed in blue and white clothes with flags and scarves. They shouted slogans supporters. They went with performances in neighboring Bugojno where they won their favorites. They asked in open-air cafe table placed to be able to be refreshed. Very soon the waiter took them seven pints of beer and a water glass full of alcohol. The waitress filled two children lineage.
After meeting in a bar and the story Alice Denis entered the dialogue, who are what they are and what they are interested. Behind their backs slowly gathered guests.
- She took my nervousness. Just waiting to hear back dog and moving on.
- Where you went dog. As the dog can not wait. I guess you are his master.
- No it is not. With us you more friendly relationship in which he respected me because I'm a man and I love him because he's a dog.
- How can it be.
- Probably because I have through their life experience taught to learn from nature. Why do I have to be the master of a dog. When he has his own "personalities" as they say in English. And let live his life. I threaten their appearance and lifestyle. Must step on the asphalt. Because I have to listen to sounds that are too strong for his ear. His feel sensation is used to the more subtle things. So, he is suffering because he's with me. That's why I respect.
At the parking lot are entered two cars hoisted red flags.
- Could this be a problem.
In passing, low voice, said the waiter who worked in the hall.
A table in the corner of a very loud one guest explained and hands gesturing his story. She could not hear one of his event with a neighbor.
- I had a very serious neighbor who cared for a normal life and akšamluk. Whenever I invited him to sit down he refused. I once tried to explain to him that his chickens were in my garden with a desire to talk even to his arguments, but he took it very seriously and put a fence and cut the chicken wings that can not fly over the fence. Several times I asked what to do, but there was no answer. One evening as the best man I came up with the idea that through the neighbor's fence switch a little corn and grain for over one end to pin message. It was not long one chicken corn found that I threw I ate and what grain on which hung the message. It was a drastic picture, walk the chicken around the yard, and from her beak protruding end and on it a piece of paper neatly coiled with a message. Komšina woman saw I caught the chicken to see what it says. The neighbor was cursing me and my best man because he knew that we were. On the message said: I was in komšinoj garden.
For other table among fans dressed in red until that moment quietly sat graying, middle-aged man. After the stories she'd heard the whole cafe, suddenly stood up and shouted:
- Your neighbor is my brother.
All the boys dressed in red are headed for a table of guys in blue-white uniforms with which heard the story about the chicken. I rushed to the man who told the story about the message on corn. They hurled hand, it was difficult to control this bad situation to calm down. It was not known who beats whom, only it is certain that the waiter took refuge in the bar with the waitress and waited for it to finish universal brass. Glass with tables, vases for flowers, ashtrays ... flew through the air. Smashed the chairs, tables as if they were kindling of fire in all directions. Random guests who were not cheering for the blue and red looked away. The front door was small. In a flash, the building emptied. Fled guests with autoparking, while hail all its ferocity took place in a bar. Denis and Alice no longer saw the waitress, not more nor sought. Denis is mechanically jacket hid Alice and pulled out of the cafe.
They immediately got into fića where they were in the back seat waiting for Kimbo. Few erected ears on a stranger, who still wants to ride along with them.
- She is wearing the scent of my bosses, to pass her, but her bag ... Grr ... I could not leave her with me, why is thrown in the back seat that bothers me. What does she think he is. Kimbo thought.
Denis immediately went to the parking lot, he was not afraid bar fight, so it was in his life, but this little girl with him was caused by previously unknown emotions. Dear became the first, and not see her as a woman. That it has not happened yet. Usually every female was a potential target for odstrijel.
He turned on the radio, asking what kind of a local radio station. Easy drive, sunny day, the dense forest along the road caused a rush of emotion at the beautiful Denis. At one time without thinking suggested to Alice to go with them on a photo safari. There they will be able to make a herbarium, photographs. After all, being with them in a place where he never was. She liked the proposal to go together to Prenj and to help him in shooting a badger, it is the real reason was in the photo collection of medicinal herbs.
Kimbo is in the back seat of the car slightly slumped asleep. Your dog's dream, only shifted slightly as if he knew what the boss Denis asked this girl that was introduced in the car. As if he understood what he asked. Easy to tear down the image of Denis, as eternal bon vivant, loner and hunter.
- I knew a guy in Vitez, A certain Damir, who died as a member of the HVO, and in fact was a Bosniak. The reason why he was in Vitez, was a woman, married, had a daughter and of course that would save them changed his name and hide its origin. As such I was a member of one of the units of the HVO. He was killed in action during one of the Army of Bosnia and Herzegovina in the area of Vitez municipality, probably in retaliation for the actions of the HVO in the village of Ahmici. The nurse found him after thirteen years, his tomb. And in a Catholic cemetery graveyard to his brother. Seeking found it in three places. Yeah, do not look at me like three places was written his name and there was his grave.
- How to
- It seems that those who have been in their interest to take advantage of his death to zafrkali reported it in one place, and he really died on the second. This second place is probably really because it seems that information given division, where he had been.
- Unbelievable
- It's nothing. There was an assumption that he died in Krajina as Fikret Abdic's men and that his girlfriend or wife that I was not able to find out reported that he died in Vitez. This assumption has collapsed, but the fact that in one place during the bloody death of Eid, when the HVO specials unit made a mess in the village of Ahmici, and the second monument is the date that was killed when one unit of the Army of Bosnia and Herzegovina has made Kravavi Christmas Eve in the village of Krizancevo a year later.
Nema komentara:
Objavi komentar