July 7, 2001
These new post-war days are like a fabulous blue sky that engulfs us with warmth and good spirit. For my cousin Dragan, however, each numinous cloud is a clever reminder of the rains that fell and fell and just wouldn't stop.
"This bathtub," he laughs, "the one you claim each night as your private luxuryship, was once dismantled, carried four flights down to the backyard and filled with dirt.
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