Status Updates From Piccole morti

“I’m fine but I still miss my cigarettes, my one beloved vice, I don’t care about wine or food, sweet or bitter, I don’t care about any of it, but smoking is a passion, a habit you can have a dialogue with, something you constantly negotiate with”

Only someone from the Balkans could write so lovingly of cigarettes

"I would ask her if she remembered the autumn we visited Berlin, I'd tell tell her I was just describing the picture I took back then on my phone, and later lost along with it"

First Croatian novel in my life (how crazy is that??). Also in our language the original title is "Male smrti" (a small death - although "male/mala" has other implications of endearment, like "little one"). Very intrigued on figuring out both titles meanings!!

“the life-saving rockets were hardly two meters long, yet they connected our grandma’s village with the endless expanse of the universe, we stared at the sky from our village and travelled through the stratosphere in fantasy aircrafts, much further than the anti-hail rockets did, much further than Laika had ever gone, her dog skeleton still circling us in orbit” (72)