Zapis 10 Kragujevac, 2004/2005 Scena 1. Vrt. Dan. Posmatram divlje dvorište u kojem je glavu povila umorna, porodična kuća. Umorno, prerano opalo lišće prekrilo je neobrađen vrt. Vapio je za Goričinom motikom koju je upoznala u poznim godinama, zabadajući kočeve uz paradajz veličine oraha. Gorica nije obrađivala vrt. Ona to tako gleda, gleda, […]
ANACONDA Leila Samarrai The unrest of the soul which pushes us towards the quest of the subconscious, or even unconscious, maybe that’s just traces of bygone pasts, or maybe just long forgotten images of our ancestors… Long ago, there was nothing but Senses. Senses, like a dreaded, pungent Fire of rotting meat which, at times, […]
– Sir, you’re scaring the children, step away!
– But they’re not children! – I lifted my camera again to see tiny monsters. I felt someone’s enormous hand on my shoulders. I jerked. It was Daldry.
I feverishly pointed the lens at him and saw, not without relief, that his face was his own. The only one, the only…
– My friend, please realize. These are not your friends.
My host fidgeted and looked at them with unease as they stepped away. A mother took her children staring at me with disgust and horror.
– This… – I did not even know how to say this to him. – These are not humans.
– If not, who are they?