Fiction
Winter 1998
Bruno
1948 Hrastovac, Croatia At Kamenar’s, there was a festivity. Pero Kamenar had just returned from serving in the reserves of the Yugoslav federal army. He had been stationed on the […]
European Voices
Summer 1995
Grandmother’s Tongue
As a kid in Croatia I learned that I had an American grandmother through eavesdropping on my parents during tax time, when my father—a clogmaker, that is, a “private entrepreneur,” […]