‘mr pohotny, senior vice president of a bank prominent in the capital city, met god on a train’
– zoran zivoković, the train
I love writing.
I love reading.
There was a time, long long ago, when two of the few things that kept me sane were the well thumbed pages of an Isaac Asimov novel, oh, and strawberry jam sandwiches. With lots of creamy butter on thickly sliced white bread. Pure poison, the sandwich, not Asimov, that was ‘Childhood’s End’, literally and metaphorically.
I was barely eight years old.
But, that’s another story.
This post is not about me, well not really, it’s about a man called Zoran Živković.
And it’s also, indirectly, about a country, a city, a people, and a whole bloody lot more.
But mostly, it’s about him.
I’m a big fan of Stephen King, I’m one of his ‘constant readers’. My recollection may…