My family, husband and our two daughters, sat at the dining room table covered with colorful plastic oilcloth, just like a real happy family in American film.
Author: azemina
Azemina Klobodanovic was born 1953 in the heart of Bosnia and Herzegovina, in Zenica, as the eleventh, the youngest child in a poor working class family. As an excellent student, after high school, received a scholarship of Metallurgical Institute ''Hasan Brkic'' Zenica (1994 its name was changed to Metallurgical Institute ''Kemal Kapetanovic" Zenica). After successfully completing her studies, 1977 she started to work in this institution. In addition to scientific-research papers that were written for some international conferences with the participation, and some of them are published in refereed journals, she wrote three technical books too. Going into retirement it gave her the opportunity to write something for yourself, for one's own soul. As a result that it produced her first literary book ''Out of spite – Iz inata'', which is published in mid-2015 in the form of e book (digital book), and a few months later in printed form too.
BEAUTIFUL AUTUMN DAY BATHED BY TEARS
That day, I was not even aware of what is actually happening, and my world began to crumble like a house of cards. The death of my father, whom I was the favourite child, with whom I felt safe, and took a part of me.
BAJRAM’S DRESS
In my opinion, the dress was beautiful. My joy lasted as long as my close friend in front of everyone in the hall, during the break suddenly makes fun of my dress.
I WISH I WAS THE TENTH IN A ROW
It was a rule that every family in the former Yugoslavia, to the tenth child in a row, at its birth, President Tito would be a godfather and would be sent a package with a card signed personally by President Tito.
WE RECEIVED THE PACKAGE!
It was nearly the end of the war. The package was sent to us by my step-brother from Slovenia. We got it by accident, because this package was targeted by thieves too. Read family story
THAT WAS OUR HOME
Read childhood memory. I felt a shame that we were poor, or rather I did not even know that we were poor, we did not have furniture like the others.
BIRTHDAY
A family story, reminiscence of a poor childhood, which missed birthday celebrations. Birth dates in the family were insignificant, never marked for any.
SANTA CLAUS AND DISAPPOINTMENT
And finally came the moment when Santa Claus takes out gift packages and individual calls out all first-grade pupils of our school, not just my class.
RESPECTED, DEAR, AND STEP-MOTHER!
Although she was the step-mother because she married a man who already had six children from his first marriage, she was not stepmother that is described in fairy tales.
WHEN DREAMS COME TRUE
From the window in front of my classroom, almost jealously watched the employees of the Institute walked in white coats. I could only dream that I join them in the future and be in that environment.
