-CHAPTER ONE -
"Forward, to glory or death!"
It's strange how one sentence can free and kill so many
people at the same time.On September 14, 1918, when I was born, thick fog cut
sight along the Thessaloniki front. In the morning, fog came down from the
clouds, and in the afternoon, dust was born from the ashes.
Grandma Nada, who lived next to us, was a small dose of
happiness that life sent us. It's true, nothing comes free, but without her I
wouldn't be here today. She was in the garden when my mother fell and she
stayed with her for the next few days. I first saw Baba Nada, and then the
world.She said I didn't cry until the evening, which was very
strange.
Maybe nine months were enough for me to get used to the thunder of cannons, the
chatter of grain and the intoxicating smell of gunpowder, or there was
something else at stake? It often seemed to me that the events of my life were
always fateful drawing of chess pieces, not just ordinary product of chance.
