Ljetne zore dolaze tako što se sve zaplavi, zimske tako što u magli nešto zaiskri i tu je kraj.
Naučio sam to davno, posebno ovu malu lekciju o plavim ljetnim zorama, naučio sam je na autobusnom kolodvoru u Zadru, gledajući u luku, u ratne brodove što su spavali privezani, nepomični, poput mrtvih kitova nasukanih negdje na pjeskovitim i pitomim obalama nenaseljenih otoka u oceanu. Kitova ubojica, tako sam ih doživljavao, kao mrtve ubojice.
Tada mi se, osmogodišnjem dječaku činilo da sam s tim pogledom na svijet riješio sav problem, svih ratova u povijesti čovječanstva, imao sam neobične pacifističke ideje o tome kako iskoristiti sve te ratne igračke, naprosto, ja bih ih zapalio, i onda tom “prigušenom vatrom” vozio automobile i napajao strujom bolnice i škole, a bome i lunaparkove.
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Summer dawns come all blue and winter ones have a sparkle in the fog and then it’s all over.
I learnt this a long time ago, particularly this minor lesson on blue summer dawnings; I learnt it at the bus station in Zadar, looking over to the port, watching the navy ships which were sleeping anchored, still, like dead whales stranded somewhere on sandy virgin coasts of uninhabited ocean islands. Killer whales, that’s how I imagined them, like dead killers.
Then, an 8-year-old, it seemed to me that with this outlook on the world, I’d solved all the problems of the whole world in the history of humanity. I had strange pacifist ideas on how to make use of all these war toys, I’d simply set them on fire, and then use this “low fire” to drive cars and provide power to hospitals and schools, actually even amusement parks.
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