Love Me More than Anything in the World

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Vrijedi za područje Republike Hrvatske.

  • Original language: engleski

  • Translator Name: Iva,Karabaić

  • Pages: 640

  • Date of Publication: July 2022.

  • ISBN: 978-953358375-4

  • Original Title: Love Me More than Anything in the World

  • Type of Binding: hardback

  • Format: 225 mm

  • Weight: 1 030 g

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— On my answering machine in Zagreb I would find 50 death threats a day from assorted “patriots”. I was scared and disgusted. When people nowadays ask me why I left, I tend to answer that it was more because of my deep disgust than fear. I didn’t want to live among those people anymore. Suddenly, my husband and I were turned into a “Romeo and Juliet” story: to our complete surprise, we became a “mixed” marriage, the official term for marriages between Serbs and Croats. It was obvious that ethnic purity was the prime quality a human being could or should wish for. We didn’t want to live in a world like that. America, “the home of the brave and the land of the free”, seemed like a solution. We packed our 4 suitcases, sold our newly bought car and used that money to leave. (Everything else we owned was lost during the economic collapse that happened before the war and from which, we would later realize, many people close to the new governments profited millions and billions in hard currency via state approved machinations). Before I left, I published an open letter, “A Letter to my Co-citizens” which, without any intent on my part, would become a historic document of the situation of an artist in a war. It also managed to stir even more passions on all sides and even more controversy. I felt that I said what I had to say. As if one story had ended and thus opened the door for another story to begin: the story of America. “Our” America. The story of emigration. Who would have thought that this would be my story? My life? It was late November 1991 when Goran and I landed in New York. Our new life began during one of the coldest winters when homeless people in New York were dying of freezing at an alarming rate. Suddenly I became a nobody, one of millions of anonymous emigrants from all around the world searching for a new beginning. It felt as if my life was broken into pieces that I would never be able to pick up and put together again. It felt as if I was stripped of my own life. It felt as if some giant godly hand had taken a giant godly eraser and just erased my whole life. —

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