My father is dead.
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valeska
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In memory of Darko.

My father is dead.

He has been gone for over fifteen years Where did he go? Where did he come from?

A small village in the middle of Hercegovina a war torn region for many centuries his parents didn't meet in high school

they probably met in the fields working in the cold working to eat just to survive

My father was an artist An actor, a poet, a man of his word he fought through his life against the communists he died of cancer

He did not want to die in a hospital He went to America to eat raw food and heal his wounds through Reiki

One day he confessed to me " I was so angry for so long at politics. It made no difference to them. They only do what they want. "

He was fifty eight years old when he died Hi father was seventy eight His mother ninety five

Where are you now? Where are you going?

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