Crows remember. About “Balkan Hotel” Miroslava Kuľkova

W Sarajevo's duplicate skyscrapers are inactive on fire like torches, and crows get stuck in their hair due to the fact that they remember perfectly well about stray bullets cutting through the sky. The freckles don't come from the sun, but from the powder that bites into the cheeks. specified suggestive images form the “Hotel Balkan” Miroslava Kul’kova. It's a tiny volume-sized, clogged collection of stories about people surviving in places where wounds have been forming for decades. And besides those who effort to know their identity by being in uncertain zones “between.” A frugal kind resembling post-war coverage penetrates with poetic saturation of symbols and metaphors. This is the other of the prose spoken over, though paradoxically, its main subject is experiences requiring work.