The erasure has never been fully resolved. Moje ime je tuje. It was only a good ten years later, on a study excursion to Bosnia and Herzegovina and Sarajevo, which was my first visit to that republic, that I remembered this kiosk in Velenje, realising that they had sold baklavas. I saw myself as someone from the alternative culture scene, someone different from most — both from those whose parents had come from other republics of former Yugoslavia and from other Slovene youth. Sometimes, in a fit of rage, there would be obscenities in Slovene as well, not often, but when there were, it was so much the funnier.
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