Moja mama zna šta se dešava u gradovima

In my village there are submissive women and dead women. I have never fully escaped my village, have never fully arrived in this new place. I don’t even know if I still feel connected to anything else but verses. You write too. Poems for me, novels for her. Oh well, I like poetry better anyway. My mum knows what goes on in the cities, but I know why people move there.