RAŠA TODOSJEVIĆ
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RAŠA TODOSJEVIĆ
ANGIE
For Inge Hartmann A few days ago I visited Angie that’s how Marinela and I call my mother, Andjelka. As soon as I arrived, Angie plainly informed me that she had not a penny in the house, meaning; I supposed, that it would come useful if I could lend here - irretrievably a few thousand; «of course, until the pension arrived». I told her not to worry, I had some money on me, but was still wondering how on earth she had managed to spend the seventy German marks I had lent her a couple of days earlier. Angie unwillingly confessed she had not touched the seventy Germans but planned to take them to the bank the next day and exchange for euros. I really could not understand what my dear Angie - the tiny and completely bald old woman could undertake with such a trivial amount of pan-European money. While I was staring around trying to think of a nice way to ask that unpleasant financial question, Angie said she had seriously decided to start saving foreign currency and buy herself a grave. She had no intention of ending up like Mozart, buried by barbarians as a pauper, at the expense of the state anywhere. She is not a cat to be picked up by a dog-catcher, no bags or lime for her, but a modest, decent burial. I should know myself how Abraham would not let that emperor, Ephron, give him a field and a cave, but insisted, in front of witnesses, that he should fairly pay the thirty silver coins for the grave he intended for his Sarah and himself. She is an old woman, said Angie, and it is all right for her to think of such ultimate matters, particularly now, when trichinosis was raging throughout Serbia. You eat a good pork sausage in the morning, and perish in the afternoon. I tried to explain that a simple grave in Belgrade cost five thousand German marks. Probably more: Equaling twenty-five hundred euro or one hundred and fifty thousand dinars. If, for example, she put aside twenty-five euro each month, she would need eight years to collect the sum. I advised her to forget about the saving, once dead she would certainly not worry about who paid for her grave: Myself, this state, or the government of Norway. It would be all the same to her then. Angie admitted her thoughts were also moving in that direction, but wanted the two of as to talk about it, as family, as reasonable people, and somehow clear up the matter of the grave. Raša Todosijević January 22nd 2002 A few days ago I visited Angie that’s how Marinela and I call my mother, Andjelka. As soon as I arrived, Angie plainly informed me that she had not a penny in the house, meaning; I supposed, that it would come useful if I could lend here - irretrievably a few thousand; «of course, until the pension arrived». I told her not to worry, I had some money on me, but was still wondering how on earth she had managed to spend the seventy German marks I had lent her a couple of days earlier. Angie unwillingly confessed she had not touched the seventy Germans but planned to take them to the bank the next day and exchange for euros. I really could not understand what my dear Angie - the tiny and completely bald old woman could undertake with such a trivial amount of pan-European money. While I was staring around trying to think of a nice way to ask that unpleasant financial question, Angie said she had seriously decided to start saving foreign currency and buy herself a grave. She had no intention of ending up like Mozart, buried by barbarians as a pauper, at the expense of the state anywhere. She is not a cat to be picked up by a dog-catcher, no bags or lime for her, but a modest, decent burial. I should know myself how Abraham would not let that emperor, Ephron, give him a field and a cave, but insisted, in front of witnesses, that he should fairly pay the thirty silver coins for the grave he intended for his Sarah and himself. She is an old woman, said Angie, and it is all right for her to think of such ultimate matters, particularly now, when trichinosis was raging throughout Serbia. You eat a good pork sausage in the morning, and perish in the afternoon. I tried to explain that a simple grave in Belgrade cost five thousand German marks. Probably more: Equaling twenty-five hundred euro or one hundred and fifty thousand dinars. If, for example, she put aside twenty-five euro each month, she would need eight years to collect the sum. I advised her to forget about the saving, once dead she would certainly not worry about who paid for her grave: Myself, this state, or the government of Norway. It would be all the same to her then. Angie admitted her thoughts were also moving in that direction, but wanted the two of as to talk about it, as family, as reasonable people, and somehow clear up the matter of the grave. Raša Todosijević January 22nd 2002 |