1. Babuska - a fragment by Branko Čegec

i haven't been happy for a long time.

california has sprouted in the garden and within it a destructive earthquake.
then stories, ordinary and brazen, flashed in the goulash and for a terribly long time tottered power. greasy young men and seedy years:
were the fleece and the attire, cold roast lamb,
a rocket limpet on the resounding lips:
a lullaby, the sleep of long marches, the gulag bird of prey, hysterical laughter of the cod in vladivostok:

'as if it were christmas eve in another country and as if the drums of powerlessness will never cease.'