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By Jerina Zaloshnja At seven in the morning, on the third Tuesday in September of the year 2003, weighed down with some bags and all kinds of suitcases, I placed my foot on the threshold of our new apartment in R. for the first time. ‘The little captain’ weighed down more than me, in a worse state than me, entered behind me. In the dark, narrow corridor of the apartment, which we had rented only one week ago, we carelessly dropped everything we had and then we too dropped to the ground, completely exhausted among all the bags. In the…
