Tomislav Kuzmanović
angleščina
sir i masline
selo dragozetići na krajnjem je sjeverozapadu otoka.
nadomak trajektnog pristaništa porozina.
strm prilaz, zbijene ulice, kuće s terasama,
crkva i stara talijanska škola: velika zgrada s velikim
razbijenim prozorima, jer u školi se odavno ne događa ništa.
jedino mjesto koje odiše prostorom, ispunjeno je prazninom.
ona slijedi pri˙u o otoku, velikom i pustom, ili se tako čini,
jer ljudi su uglavnom turisti, koji dolaze i odlaze,
a na otoku ostaju samo oni koji nikada nigdje nisu uspjeli pobjeći.
na otoku se ne nudi ništa cresko, jer to nitko ne proizvodi.
masline su posvud, a ulje je samo bračko.
ovce su posvud, a sir je samo paški.
da, janjetina: ona se sprema na specifičan način. u belom.
tek sam se danas sjetio da ne poznajem nikoga s cresa.
ni jednu jedinu osobu. i da sam davno, kao apsolvent
jugoslavistike poslao molbu za posao u cresu. i bio primljen.
i da prije toga nikad nisam bio na cresu. i da me uhvatila
silna panika. i da sam smislio neku odvratnu laž. i da
nikad nisam otišao ni vidjeti kakav je to posao zapravo.
i da nikad kasnije nisam ni pokušavao tražiti posao na školi,
jer opet bi me mogli primiti, a to zna˙i da sam u gabuli,
teškoj gabuli, jer i neko bi drugo mjesto moglo biti
napušteno i tužno poput cresa u studenom.
ali, čovječe, ovaj je otok prekrasan, vjerojatno i ljepši
nego sada kada horde talijana i slovenaca,
hrvata, francuza, nijemaca njuškaju po svakoj rupi,
prevrću svako ovčje govno, zaviruju iza svake zavjese,
i odlaze ne vidjevši ništa: odlaze bez mirisa u nosu i
okusa u ustima, jer jeli su ćevapčiće s lukom
i pljeskavicu s kajmakom, i pili su laško pivo ili ožujsko
namačući tjestasta dupeta u bistrim šljunčanim uvalama.
selo dragozetići na krajnjem je sjeverozapadu otoka.
nadomak trajektnog pristaništa porozina.
strm prilaz, zbijene ulice, kuće s terasama,
crkva i stara talijanska škola: velika zgrada s velikim
razbijenim prozorima, jer u školi se odavno ne događa ništa.
jedino mjesto koje odiše prostorom, ispunjeno je prazninom.
2004-8-9
Avdio produkcija: Tomislav Krevzelj, Udruga radio mreza 2011
Cheese and Olives
dragozetići village is on the island’s far northwest.
just outside porozina ferry port.
steep approach, narrow streets, houses with terraces,
a church and an old italian school: a huge building with big
broken windows because long nothing happens in it.
the only place that emits fullness is filled with emptiness.
it follows the story of the island, big and deserted, or it just seems so,
because people are mostly tourists, who come and go,
and only those who never managed to escape stay on the island.
there’s nothing of cres on the island, because no one produces anything.
olives everywhere, but the oil is only from bra~.
sheep everywhere, but the cheese if only from pag.
yes, lamb meat: they have a special way of preparing it, in belo.
today i remembered that i don’t know anyone from the island of cres.
not a single person. and that long ago, in my last year of studies in the
south slavic department, i applied for a position on cres. and got accepted.
and that never before i had been on cres. and that i
panicked horribly. and that i came up with a disgusting lie. and that
i never actually went to see what kind of a job this was.
and that never after that did I look for a job at a school,
because i might get accepted, and this would mean trouble,
up to my neck, because some other place could also be
abandoned and sad like cres in november.
but, man, this island is beautiful, probably even more beautiful
than when hordes of italians and slovenes,
croatians, french and germans sniff at every hole,
turn every sheep shit over, peek in behind every curtain,
and then leave without having seen anything: they leave without a smell in their noses and
a taste in their mouths because they ate kebabs with onion
and burgers with sour cream, and drank laško or ožujsko beer,
soaking their dough-like behinds in crystal graveled coves.
dragozetići village is on the island’s far northwest.
just outside porozina ferry port.
steep approach, narrow streets, houses with terraces,
a church and an old italian school: a huge building with big
broken windows because long nothing happens in it.
the only place that emits fullness is filled with emptiness.
2004-08-09