Friday, November 4, 2011

burning memories

'The past in Zagreb was underfoot: a soft, thick carpet of leaves, soggy from rain, that my feet sank in and out of, confusing with the present. Leaving the railway station, I walked through the curtains of fog tinted yellow by coal fires, the chemical equivalent of burning memories.'

Robert D. Kaplan, Balkan Ghosts



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