Anticipation

In the beginning was the Word. At least that's what it said in the book that Dimitrija had been reading for about ten years, always giving up somewhere between pages twelve and fifteen. Dimitrija had been expecting a phone call for a long time, he had been waiting for the doorbell to ring for a long time. Even when he opened his e-mail - he was all in anticipation. Then one day, listening to Everyday by Buddy Holly, he remembered what he had been waiting for for so long...

Dimitrija was waiting for the van, the one that people claim was yellow, to come and finally take him to the institution he had escaped from back when the poor Greeks became European champions in football. But the van never came, Dimitrija's mind was frantically trying to figure out how no one had noticed that he was absent from the mental health facility ``Skopje`` in the village of Bardovci. What, has it gotten to the point where lunatics are not registered in asylums?

Living in constant anticipation, Dimitrija saw potential workers of the institution everywhere looking for him. Every cop, every guard, doctor or soldier and even every street cleaner with a fluorescent vest - caused him unease, a panic fear that the day had finally come, to be caught like a rare butterfly and returned between the soft walls of the asylum.

Dimitrija's life was not glamorous at all. Even by local Balkan standards, he lived more than modestly. The monotony was broken only by his labile nerves and the tics that played on his face. It was frivolous to expect a rich social life, but Dimitrija never gave up on his pursuit of happiness. And that, according to him - was hidden in finding the right woman who would make him happy, give him several children and adore him as if he were a communist dictator. That woman existed and Dimitrija (a.k.a. Dime) had been in love with her for a long time. Her name was unusual for these parts, Jessica, and her last name instilled suspicion in Dimitrija that she was an Albanian, because the woman of his life was named Alba.

In the beginning there was the Word. And that word came from the television. There, quite suddenly - Dime heard that Jessica had gotten married. His nerves could not withstand the shock, Dime completely surrendered to violent impulses, Dime turned into a beast, ran to the basement and took the rifle.The time had come for a showdown with the cruel world!

Climbing onto the roof, Dimitrija carefully looked for a target to shoot at.

A few minutes later, the first victim fell. Pierced by the pellet of the air rifle, the first pigeon fell on the head of a passerby, a pensioner. Who immediately hid the pigeon in the bag in which he was dragging bread and `Podravka` instant soup - because he did not expect such a heavenly gift. Sunday lunch will be enriched with pigeon soup...

(Roger Mortis, 100)