At the age of 11, somewhere back in 1984, I wrote an application to increase the allowance to Tatomirović family council, which consisted of mom, dad and me. Inflation had eaten away my budget and I acted as an equal member of the council of each family. The request had an appropriate date, a stamp, as well as an appropriate facsimile next to my signature. A couple of years before that, the family council had decided to motivate me with such a gift, because my mom was in hospital, and I was pretty terrified of her absence, or, even…
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CRY, YOU ARE NOT A CHILD!
When I was little, and it was thirty years ago or more, I was not a child who could start crying easily. People would rather expect me to argue, break up a fight, or be quiet in a sulky way until I get my way or this feeling releases. I did not cry even when in one terrible cold January of 1985, compared to which this January of 2016 is…