The story of the city

"I give up all searches for justice, truth, I give up trying to subordinate ideals to my own life, I give up everything that I considered necessary for some kind of good beginning, or a good end. I would probably give up on myself too, but I can't. Because, who will be left if we all renounce ourselves and run away into our fear? Who will leave the city? Who will guard it for me until I am gone, while I am looking for myself in the dumps of human souls, while I am alone without myself, vulnerable and tired, in fever, while my eyes grow wide in the face of personal defeat?

Who will protect my city, my friends, who will bring Vukovar out of the darkness? There are no backs stronger than mine and yours, and therefore, if it is not difficult for you, if you still have a youthful whisper left in you, join. Someone touched my parks, the benches on which your names are still engraved, the shadow in which you gave and received your first kiss at the same time - someone simply stole everything because, how to explain that the Shadow is not there? There is no shop window where you admired your own joys, there is no cinema where you watched the saddest movie, your past is simply destroyed and now you have nothing. You have to build again. First, look for your past, your roots, then your present, and then, if you have any strength left, invest it in the future. And do not be alone in the future. And the city, don't worry about it, it was inside you all along. Just hidden. So that the executioner doesn't find him. The city is you."