The cornfields

Eva wrote:

Hey! You didn't get those novels from me! You must've found them in the cornfield.

Damn romance novels.

And Hey! to you too, Amigo. I was TRYING to HELP you!

(stomps foot, pulls stiletto out of freshly plowed earth in the cornfield, tiptoes off...)

SOME LADY GONE NUTS IN THE CORNFEILD!!! EVERYBODY SCATTER!!!

(from time to time people go friggen nuts in the cornfield. It is a very loosly run purgotory.)

that is plagiarism. i posted that first. he was my countryman. i damn you to the cornfields.

When I was in Croatia with A. last month, the girl we stayed at, her friend, showed us round, told us the stories. Stories of the war, of course - we went to Vukovar, and the museum outside of town, built by relatives of the victims, for the men, women and children who were hauled out of the hospital, hundreds of them, and shot in a barn. She herself had had to flee, back then, a teen still, separated from her family.

That said, she was well able to mock the buffoons who had led Croatia at the time too. Here's an ugly statue of Tudjman, she'd show us - "it's like a tradition, every town in Croatia must have an ugly statue of Tudjman."

Then there was the man who was riding high now in the politics of the region, defending the interests of Slavonians against the central government in Zagreb. They're true patriots, out in Slavonia, more nationalist than most places elsewhere, but in a localised way where you don't actually want to be associated with the capital.

That was him. Except there was a catch. Photos appeared, on which he was seen, back in the days of war, giving the Hitler salute. Part of the fascist fringe. How to explain that?

No problem, the politician explained! Only those of worst will could possibly think he had really been giving the Hitler salute. No, all he had been doing, our Croatian friend mockingly imitated him, was praise his region's cultural and economic bounty. He was caught, on the photo, gesturing that this high - the corn grows this high in the fields of Slavonia!