Ako ti jave da sam pao...

Džamonja's stories are clear to the core, his style is fast and sharp, which will take you from tears to laughter before you know it. Many agreed on one thing - that only a true writer can shape language the way a sculptor shapes clay, and that language should not be a style but a trace of human existence. Daco knew this... because you know very well that sunflowers cannot sprout from my chest nor can my drops of blood turn into poppies... It's all just a literary construction, not to mention the fact that I have never seen Flanders nor has it seen me. If they tell you that in my last hours I behaved heroically, that I fearlessly looked death in the eye, that I even teased it, that I spat contemptuously at my judge, that I gave the executioner a bag of ducats with the words: Do your job well!, and that I then moved the chair from under the gallows myself, you should know that this is a mere fabrication, a fabrication of those who do not know what life is and what death means. The book contains stories from the following collections: Stories from My Street, Health Booklet, Second Edition, Manual, Those Days, Dirty Laundry, Letters from the Madhouse, Stories (published in Slobodna Bosna). This collection also includes three stories that the writer published in the magazine Spektar in the 1970s.