
Of Matvejecic I read the beautiful "Mediterranean Breviary" I recommend to all those who have not read it.
"We're used to losing. Every day people around us moves away or disappears, a friendship or a love fades or dies, death takes away one of ours. Losing is a part of our destiny. But it is rare to lose a country. It happened to me. I do not mean a state or a regime, but just the town where I was born and still only yesterday, was mine. There is no more. I loved the whole of Yugoslavia, undivided, united, without being a nationalist Yugoslavia. I did mine in the same time, the Adriatic and the Lake Ohrid in Macedonia, the Slovenian Alps and the rocks Montenegrin. I considered Serbs and Croats as brothers, in particular those among them who, like me, opposed to chauvinism Serbian and Croatian. Not spare them to despise the Bosnians, to want to enslave or convert. I felt at home in Vojvodina, in the midst of all national minorities, and I had a lot of friends in Kosovo, including Albanians. I was working as I could to provide support to a small group of Italians in Istria remained after a tragic exodus, as well as our Gypsies scattered everywhere. The gypsies were many in my country, I sometimes I go for one of them. "
Predrag Matvejevic
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