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Džejna Skopljak:
Ulica Pastrma broj 4, najljepše uspomene mog djetinjstva. Sjećam se crno-bijele slike na njoj djevojčica duge crne kose, obučena kao balerina. Pored nje lutka njezine veličine kojoj ona nešto priča podignutim kažiprstom. Sjećam se avlije, najljepših ruža od kojih se pravio sok i slatko. Na spratu bosanska soba i dedin transistor koji nismo smjeli dirati. Sjećam se mirisa vruće zeljanice i svih divnih trenutaka u kojim su sva djeca iz porodice uživala, bila sretna i voljena. Nedostaje mi to vrijeme, toplina babe i babale. Ipak, sjećanje i ljubav nam niko ne može oduzeti. To uvijek nosim sa sobom u jednom ćošku svoga srca i zahvaljujem se svaki dan na predivnom ocu i svojim sestrama.
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Street Pastrama No.4. My most treasured childhood memories: I remember a black-and-white photograph showing a girl with long dark hair, dressed like a ballerina. Next to her, there was a doll of the same size, and the girl is talking to the doll with her index finger pointed. I remember a courtyard, with the most beautiful roses jam was made of. On the upper floor of the house, there was a traditional Bosnian room and my grandpa’s transistor we were not allowed to touch. I remember the wonderful smell of hot spinach-pie and all those wonderful moments when all the children in our family were happy, had fun and were loved. I miss those days, the warmth of my grandpa’s and grandma’s heart. Still, nobody can take those memories and love away from me. I always carry it with me in one corner of my heart, thankful for my wonderful father and my sisters.
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