Tito and Taxidermy, or What If Tito Had Been on Twitter?
That same year Comrade Tito died. I use the word “comrade” because I was a Pioneer. I don't use the feminine form of that word, meaning a girl Pioneer, because my gender world developed only later. In Amsterdam one time I was at a friend's house (his family came from Montenegro) and I saw a Pioneer cap hanging on the wall. Among the many items there—books in English and Italian, international diplomas, and museum passes—there was that blue cap. Navy blue. We even said it that way in Bosnian: sailors' blue.
It was like the sea that was visible in the background of the photograph where I'm sitting on the preserved donkey, back in the year Tito died.
Tito is no more, and only memories remain. Treated ones.