Bracika's bunch

By Bajruzin Hajro Planjac

"  These children bunches of friends and dudes are in general one of the main literary themes, great challenge and inspiration in writings of our and foreign children writers. Reasons and the necessity for this children grouping are for sure, universal, and unfettered by space, time, game, national decay or any other unnatural lim

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ukiyoto Publishing
• Release date: Dec 12, 2022
• ISBN: 9789361722127

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Bracika's Bunch

Bajruzin Hajro Planjac

Ukiyoto Publishing

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Contents

Bracika

A Queue

A Bag

A Battery

A Condo

Radio

A Fair

A Fakery

A Bridge

Wedding Guests

Gaudy

A Hen

A Hyssop

Lujza

An Accident

Selma

A Craftsman

Aida

A Cigarette

Anger

Honor

Ponte Rosso

Roads

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About the Author

Bracika

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t is time to give birth, woman!- my father said with worried and impatient tone to my mother, who had already a huge belly.She did not answer, but I knew that it was time and that I must come out of her womb. I was feeling good inside and if I was not forced, I would never came out on this world. I would rather stay in her stomach.

            And than, a little before dawn, mother woke up my father and told him to go and pick up Advija, an old woman who helped those who are in labor. My mother pushed and tensed up, in a wish to give a birth and I tried with my little strenght,as hard as possible, to prevent it.At the end, somewhere in the morning, she won and I was born. I was yelling in anger. In that moment, Advija took me into her hands, wiped me off, and tucked into cotton diapers, that father bought for me. After a few days, they gave me a name Muzafer, and my surname Hajrić I inherited from my father, who wrote my name into the Book of birth, five days after I was born. Next to my three little sisters: Safeta, Sajka and Bahrija, I was to my father Rahman and mother Tenzili, who lived like a poor family in a little house near golden Pousorje, the only son. After I was born, my sisters start calling me the little Brother- Bro. From day to day, from dusk till dawn, their voices were ringing around me: Bro is sleeping, Bro is laughing, Bro yawning, Bro this, Bro that, and I became Bro, than from Bro when I start walking I was Brocha, and a little later Brace, and Bracika. They all called me that. Later, when I met new friends for my games, I was also Bracika. With that nickname I also went in my elementary school where I found later many great friends and spent my most beautiful days of my childhood.

Many of them stayed in a pleasant memory, but the face of one long-legged boy, whose house was near the school, I will never forget. Safet or Sajo, as we used to call him, was a real pal.

He had a thick and curly, black hair and the prettiest smile. He always had some bruises or scratches, that he got in a fights with boys from the hill, or crows while he was tearing apart their nests in the nearby Svrzin grove. He had Rundo, the most intelligent dog in the world, who was taking care of sheep while we were grazing them on Bare or near Usora. Sajo could easily go on river to read some book and he was sure that cows and sheep are on safe.

Toothless Amir, that everyone called Dado, was a special story. He liked cartoon novels, so he gave his last money on novels about the comadant Marko and A big Blek. He was all like buttercup. He used to fight in just one second with everyone who teased him, or just looked at him badly. He was the strongest and biggest in our gang. Oh, how many times he stood up in my defence when some boys from the hill wanted to fight with me. I remember that Harun was afraid of him. That Harun beat me up for nothing. Than Dado showed him, a strenght of his fists and he started to avoid me.

Haris, called Pike, was the youngest of our gang of eight members, but also the most timid. He was afraid of his shadow. Even of the bad look. Whenever we wanted to make some mess, go into somebody else’s fruits, bake some corns or something similar, he went home immediately with exuse, that his mom was waiting for him. He was the best student in school. He was the first in the Math competition and went in Sarajevo. He was reading more than any of us. He was proud with his huge library.

Senad, who also had a nickname Rile, was a blood brother to Amir – Dada. He liked Brus Li. He collected his pictures, posters, as well as texts. He did not miss any of movies, in which this world- wide known master of  martial arts acted. He was always popular in our team together with Dada. Every mischief was coming from Dada and Rile. They were not afraid of those boys from the hill, and even the boys of higher classes were scared of them.

            Slobodan, called Russian, went with us into the third grade. He was from the hamlet Knežević, and there lived mostly Christians. He was a good pal and an interesting boy. He was always ready to joke, and he knew how to take a joke. He had the strongest muscles in our company and he was very, very strong. I never found out who was the strongest Dado, Rile or Russian.

          Kenta, a tall boy with a button nose and freckled face, was a real pal and always had some new bruises from everyday fights. His real name was Nikola, but some boys joked with him like little Nico. His house was far away, at the end of the village, near Catholic cementary. He went to school with us, from his the first grade, and from the second he sat with me on the classes. Kenta was the best foodball player and he gave the most goals.  When we wanted to play, we all begged him to play in our team. We knew, in which team he plays, that team wins. He was the best in all skills. Once before he climbed up on the oiled-mast and he won the prize. He spent it on us just to celebrate.

      And Dino was also a great friend. His real name is Fahrudin, so he got a nickname from it. His father was the wealthiest in the neighbourhood  and Dino helped us a lot. Whenever someone missed a notebook, a rubber, a work book or just a book, he gave us all. He was not a miser. I always thought that he loved us all but that he had most affection to me.

He had never hurt me in any way. Whenever I asked for something he said immediately: Bro, no problem. Take it!"

    I asked once if he could lend me his sneakers. It was planned to go for a school trip, and I could see my toes through my shoes. He than immediatelly suggested:

Bro, you do not have to give it back. I have even three more at home. I give it to you.

It seems that I will never be able to return this small gestures to him. I will never be able to repay to other members of my gang too. We made our childhood, one to other, so nice, and full of mischiefs, games and sometimes even we passed through some fights, but after that we were even closer and better friends.

And not any friends. Friends who are best in the whole world!