Prologue

A MEMORY ETERNAL
Breakthrough

So much has started again.
The school and church year, cultural season, leagues of projected champions and incurable losers, another round in Monza of our lives. Everything new and seen an endless number of times. Old Mann knew what he was saying: ”The fate of everything we have done until now depends on what we will do now.”
In poetry and some purer worlds to which we used to peacefully belong, the autumn is golden, noble, ripe. Gentle like the Indian summer and full of noble fruit. Why would not this one be such? In spite of everything. In spite of ourselves.
Among the numerous important dates we will remember this autumn, one has the most prominent position. 90 years since the breakthrough of the Salonika Front and liberation of Serbia in World War I. Since that truly horrible and truly magnificent epopee of the Serbian warriors, before which each un-numbed little heart trembles even today. The history of Europe has never had a sacrifice and accomplishment comparable to the Serbian one that took place nine decades ago.
Do we, sinful and unworthy, forget today the price of freedom?
Did we, such as we are, find an answer to the question asked by the poet of fire:
”Will freedom be able to sing as the slaves sang about it?”