Once that December of '93, at Goran's apartment, which I came to think of as
the Last Homely House West of the Drina with Electricity Nonstop, perhaps eight souls
around a coffee table were talking about life and deaths under siege, the charade
in Geneva, the arts and cigarettes, coffee and chocolate, then Bimbo, I think it was,
got up and set the Simon and Garfunkel Bookends album spinning on the turntable.
Half an hour or so later, mid-sentence amid the somber and sometimes tense
intense chat, three or five Sarajlije suddenly burst out in unison
MMMMMMMMMMWhere have you gone, Joe DiMaggio ?!?
MMMMMMMMMMnnmA nation turns its lonely eyes to you !!!
... and so on with huge wild smiles thru the verse, which concludes, of course, with
the disquieting news that Joltin' Joe won't be playing center field, come summer.
MMMMMMTime it was and what a time it was
MMMMMMA time of innocence
MMMMMMA time of confidences
MMMMMMLong ago, it must be
MMMMMMI have a photograph
MMMMMMPreserve your memories
MMMMMMThey're all that's left you
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