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Ivo Andric was the only writer from former Yugoslavia who got the Nobel Price for the literature. He was a very mysterious person and a great writer (that's why he won the Nobel Prize silly me . . . ), but I don't think this enigma will ever be revealed. What does he have in common with the VEP apparatus? I don't think we know too much about his sexual life. Seriously though this is really sad.
Here is what he had to say about the city where I was born:
Whoever lies awake at night in Sarajevo hears the voices of the Sarajevo night. The clock on the Catholic cathedral strikes the hour with weighty confidence: 2am. More than a minute passes (to be exact, seventy-five seconds - I counted) and only then with a rather weaker, but piercing sound does the Orthodox church announce the hour, and chime its own 2 am. A moment after it the tower clock on the Bey's mosque strikes the hour in a hoarse, faraway voice, and that strikes 11, the ghostly Turkish hour, by the strange calculation of distant and alien parts of the world. The Jews have no clock to sound their hour, so God alone knows what time it is for them by the Sephardic reckoning or the Ashkenazy. Thus at night, while everyone is sleeping, division keeps vigil in the counting of the late, small hours, and separates these sleeping people who, awake, rejoice and mourn, feast and fast by four different and antagonistic calendars, and send all their prayers and wishes to one heaven in four different ecclesiastical languages. And this difference, sometimes visible and open, sometimes invisible and hidden, is always similar to hatred, and often completely identical with it.
:: Sasha, at 12:00 am on Thursday, 27. December 2001
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