Somehow, God smiled, and he was born at Beverly Hill when they were born, while some of the cards were arranged for the first time, and his umbilical cord crossed in London.

For some, even before birth, some spells in the balls predicted that there would be something worse for happiness, so they became Srebrnjak's children, and one of their mummies in the cup had foreseen the upbringing of the descendants of Pantovcak.

My bee went down so that I was born in Kozara Puteva, which from Kozara Boka shared only the natural border in the form of a monumental drainage drain, which we simply called the canal. All together in the public we lived as a "braided" though ... I put my hand on my heart and admit that most (non) works were attributed to Kozari Boku and were committed in Puteva. It is a misfortune, therefore, that Kozari Bok was a soft delinquent (though they too can boast). Most of the "dangerous guys" from 80 came from Kozari Puteva ...

Was it, then, born in this quarters of suffering for the sins of my ancestors and the reward?

Both of them, it seems to me, though ... As I sail through my childhood, I catch a smile as I fluttered to my face, so honestly, from ear to ear, and I understand: Well, it's a reward.

The title of "citizen of dangerous intent" gets you the first steps made in the enclosed yard while keeping your father's fingering hands leading you to the yard pumpyard where the watermelons are stored. (Good, not stolen, but someone scratched the banknote and slashed it with a truck full of watermelon.) That shame was not over. From the truck, it was required that the watermelon beckled "triangle" for tasting, so when the "crimine mile" concluded that it was sweet, it was put to the cool right there, near my pump, where I ran the first steps. I guess God himself has taken care of justice, and the criminals are punished, so little Neno from my street, from Kozari Boka, Puteva and Kozara all over the place, decided to go down to a slender triangle ...

The same workers' hands that kept mine, held the white pony, and watched not to break through the jagged road:

"Look straight! Do not be afraid! Look, holes! "My old man cried out with a compulsory addition to" make it all easier to have been asphalted. "

And really, while my sister cried because I was learning to ride on her "bicycle", I had already slowly realized that the road full of holes was the smallest problem and that I would all have to learn the hard way. So, for example, I quickly learned that the river-sized river channel that flows through my village is not a river. It is the canalization of the entire city of Zagreb. The unified, unbroken and dreary river of "urban" waste that had been coupled with chemicals from Elk, Munje, OKI, TPK, changed colors depending on the factory that dumped their trash that day. I, for example, favored the yellow channel, although it was most beautiful when it flooded. Then we sat on the beach and imagined that it was a bathing place, and in this fantasy we could not have hurt anything. I was spotted by the rhymed rats who were lurking around our feet ... How much that disgusting, stinky river became part of us, I realized when two people in the neighborhood after drinking in the social house from the bridge jumped to her. That they were not in a sunken boy or a burnt stove was a bit of luck. Yet one of them earned the nickname "Pacov" for all time ...

Channel no longer exists. It is covered with a wide road and a beautiful, large meadow. The only line of separation between Boka and Puteva - vanished. Some day I meet Nena, the same one who has been relieved of stolen watermelon. We comment on how these "new kids" have no idea how to play on the channel. And while Neno frowned already gray hair now, I caught sight of him.

"I do not think they're gonna get you a channel?"

"How not ... It was the only city we had," he answered.

And indeed, all we had of the city was his waste. We came to what people were getting rid of when they let the water in the toilet bowl.

Then the light emerged from which the new mayor sailed with his aura.

And gas. And I would like asphalt. And it would not be a channel ...

Are you wondering how this is a reward, not a suppression? Because you do not know about Drenko's forest, a gathering in front of a "state shop", a jumper on the way to the school underneath the riverside stream, the sorrows we used to play on the holiday, the kindergarten, the kindergarten behind which the first cigarettes were burned falling first kisses, Genzic meadows and fountains in Kozara ... Still thinking, getting born in Kozari Boku or Puteva is not a reward? Wait, I just started ...