Luck in Sarajevo - Poem by Izet Sarajlić
in the spring of 1992,
everything is possible:
you go to stand in a bread line
and end up in an emergency room
with your leg amputated.
Afterwards, you still maintain
that you were very lucky.
translated from Serbo-Croat by Charles Simic
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