The Diary of A Political Idiot

Jasmina Tesanovic

17 March 1998 I tremble, my feet tremble while I am asleep. Why do my legs tremble as if an electric current is passing through them? Is it because I will need them to run away and fear they will fail me? I fear everything. I fear death and killing. I fear not being able to imagine the future. I watch my children with a sense of guilt. Here in Serbia in the Eighties and Nineties I should have been sensible enough to realize I should never have children.

Leonardo’s Grave