Aškerčevi asi 2022-23

58 digging sharply into my feet. Crying, weeping, sobbing and wailing… I never imagined how woeful it would be fighting for a nation that no longer exists and the sinful feeling of my people's ascendancy leads me to thinking I must have gone insane. Screaming, yelling, shouting and howling… I look to the right, I see an obsolete pasture mistaking a herd of sheep for a group of rebels but as long as I have my hatchet with me no drop of my own blood shall rise above me. As I finally finish this vicious episode of a rampa ge I climb up a forest to reach my lovely village but I find nothing, not even a clover and so I realise that the war is over. Lovro Ločnikar 4. a Not even a clover Walking in a foggy meadow never before have I felt so upset from all the goat grass and putrid wheat