Aunt For Aunt

I perfectly understand your professional disappointment at your inability to reach the readers in Sarajevo with machine gun fire from Pale.

Measuring with your aiming gadgets you've established that it is 11 kilometers rather than a civilisational abyss which separates Sarajevo from Pale. The days of poetry in Pale made a sensation. Following your appearance thousands of paid poets worldwide flocked to Bosnia, as the Mecca of poetry.

Your admitting that you shot at, as you said, bandits, triggered a painful recollection of my Aunt.

Some fifty years ago, while still a girl, she wore a sign, saying, ``I'm a bandit.''

I am looking forward to forming of an international jury for war poets. I sincerely hope that they will make a fair assessment of your Bosnian opus, the work of a poet of highest caliber.