Adding Narrative to Life
After some time, the old man, who was beginning to dominate the conversation, seemed to get a bit nervous. Soon, Barbara and I saw why. As he prattled on about this and that, he dug into one of his packs and took out two shaving bags. He opened them and showed us what was inside. Both bags were filled to the top with gold dust. The old man encouraged Barbara and I to run our fingers through the gold, which we enthusiastically did.
Dusan immediately stopped the car in the middle of the yard. The doors flew open, and my three Serbian comrades rushed out into the crowd. I stayed put, at first just sitting in my seat with my door
It was a revelation. That would be my mission. That would be my calling; my covenant to myself. That is how I would pay my respects to the memory of my father. I would travel to Europe and do somethin
One of the border guards directed us away from the line and into a parking space. Jovo then let me know I needed a visa to enter Yugoslavia. This I did not have. The American embassy in Dublin had sai