Dejan
He has not stopped for the past 20 years. He just could not. It was 2015 and he still could not find his peace. He had to keep moving.
Since August 4, 1995 he was another men. He had no family or friends. He knew no relatives or collegues. It was all himself.
It was that afternoon when his whole World collapsed. In the middle of the so called Operation Storm, the last major battle in the Croatian Independence war he did something there was no mercy for. Even if it was only an accident. At the very second he pulled his trigger the World just stopped around him. Of course, there was no way to turn things back. The bullet was on its way to hit the target. Their eyes met. Even if just for the snap of the second but Dejan could see the complete incomprehension in Marijo's eyes. As soon as the World started moving again, Dejan found his brother on the ground with cold eyes and with the severe face still not understanding what just happened.
Dejan and Marijo were not only brothers but best friends. By having only one year between them, they climbed the ladder of life together right from the beginning. Dejan always looked up on Marijo as he was the older brother. They were together when older boys wanted to beat them after some street football game because they could not handle the brothers' clever way of play. They were raised in a semi-poor family. They never had to lack of food; they had all the things which were the most necessary- but if they wanted to have some fun, they had to use their creativity. It was always one of Dejan's most precious memories when they slipped in to Skinny Puppy's concert in Kulusic club in 1988. They did it in a crazy way: they pretended that they were members of the cleaning staff - so they went to the club in the morning of the concert, acted like staff the whole day and as a reward they got to see Skinny Puppy.
But Marijo was on the ground. Having the bullet hit him right between his eyes not even Skinny Puppy's wildest tunes could have taken him back to life. Having lost his brother by his own hand - that was something Dejan could never process.
From that afternoon, Dejan feared to get close to anyone or anything. He cut all his contacts and left Zagreb. Wherever life took him, he did not stay their long. He took a job, worked until he got the money to get off to another place of the Earth and this chain kept continuing. For 20 years, he was wandering alone. Now on October 1, 2015 he entered the Harare airport in Zimbabwe and looked up on the board:
Departures: 19:30 - Lagos, Nigeria.
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