children have dressed up for the occasion. My boys got their hair gelled and neatly combed back. I can see traces of the comb, like narrow trenches ploughed on their heads. They’re not light on the gel; it’s tradition, something that cannot be shampooed easily. It doesn’t matter that I don’t like it, that I like their hair unruly and puffy on their skull. I don’t get to be picky, even for my cremation. It’s a package. What I have is a choice of perspective; I can open my brain to different angles of the room and ou
djeca su se za ovu priliku dotjerala. Mojim dječacima su kosu gelirali i uredno počešljali. Vidim tragove češlja, poput uskih rovova oranih na glavama. Nisu svijetli na gelu; to je tradicija, nešto što se ne može lako šamponirati. Nema veze što to ne volim, što volim njihovu neposlušnu i napuhlu kosu na lubanji. Ne mogu biti izbirljiv, čak ni za svoje kremiranje. To je paket. Ono što imam je izbor perspektive; Mogu otvoriti mozak pod različitim uglovima sobe i van