Nikola Živanov 1934–2018

DAD, I'm still waiting, when I hear your song, when I hear your gate opening, I look for you, I'm waiting. I imagine you bring out the bench, that the gate is always open, that you're there waiting for Nadja from school. I imagine you and Ilija kicking the ball at the goals you made with a brick yourself. at least he wants to play like you. Only he has your talents and feelings for both football and the accordion. I know you are proud and that you watch over us from your heavenly space. There are beautiful stories, memories, they still pat me on the back to look back and look, I look for you and wait. schnenokle and let's talk about history. I'm sorry you didn't wait to try your favorite fish soup, now I cook it perfectly, you would enjoy it. Time passes, which nothing heals. I heal myself, I look at pictures and, I cry and again I imagine and wait... Your Lydia