Prologue
Once upon a time... there was a decade in the early, middle and late nineteen-nineties; in that decade there was another fake country at the very beginning: Yugoslavia...
A few years later the country was dissolved; dismembered, if you like. Our story began here, in this country, where war rages on every square metre between peoples who share one mother tongue.
It is true that they have different religions and beliefs, but this story is about the lives of these people... well, not all of them, just a few dozen... who had a particular incident that they never really talked about, and I only know about it because it happened: because it was told to me, because it never saw the light of day on the news, or in the news, or anywhere else; only two dozen human souls know about it; half of whom are no longer alive.
They were the only ones who knew about it... and, of course, as it happens in fairy tales: it's in a little book; or rather, a personal diary that gives a detailed account of the story.
Now from this particular diary I would like to share with the dear reader... or listener; nearly... almost three decades of events that happened... but let's not waste precious time here; so let's get to it...
