{"id":1418,"date":"2024-09-17T13:10:07","date_gmt":"2024-09-17T12:10:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.kajganic.ch\/?p=1418"},"modified":"2024-09-17T15:27:00","modified_gmt":"2024-09-17T14:27:00","slug":"vortex-of-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.kajganic.ch\/?p=1418","title":{"rendered":"Vortex Of Life"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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189\nTHE IMPRESSIONS OF\n\u201cTHE VORTEX OF LIFE\u201d BY\nMILKA KAJGANIC<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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The Vortex of Life is the eighth novel of Milka Kajganic, an author and journalist, in which she features and describes fates of people from ex-Yugoslavia, an area which was caught up in the whirlpool of war in the nineties, with a special emphasis on her hometown of Kozarac. In this novel, she depicts people who leave their homes, lose their possessions, and their friendly and family relations as well. They seek livelihoods, roof over their heads and security for themselves and their families in the new environments they find themselves in. Thanks to their resourcefulness, diligence and high moral values, they mostly succeed in obtaining good living conditions and make new friends with people from all over the world. The author has, so far, published the following: Kordun Reader, The Brave Health Inspector, Traces of Childhood, Child Abduction, Demands of the Heart, When the Tear Drops and Escape from Madness. In The Vortex of Life, she depicts fates of people from her home country who went through the demise of war in the nineties, those who remained in Kordun, as well as the others who went to Serbia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Germany, America, Switzerland\u2026 With an abundance of skill and empathy, the author describes the atmosphere of the period of war and its aftermath in that territory. In such conditions, a person cannot influence

their destiny which heavily depends on social events. Her characters have to deal with unease, powerlessness, prejudice, injustice\u2026 but also new hope. Milka Kajganic is both a nurse and a lawyer by education. She uses her medical knowledge in shaping and building her characters. One of the main protagonists of The Vortex of Life is Vaso, a physical therapist working in the spa on the Lake Constance. His wife Milena is a hardworking and devoted person who tends to keep the family together at all times. Their daughter Masha is a skilled and renowned nurse who works in Germany, and later, in Switzerland\u2026 Their son-in-law Dragan, Masha\u2019s husband, is traumatized by the war and he doesn\u2019t really cope well in the new environment (Germany). Despite everything, the family supports him and protects both his and the family\u2019s dignity. With a lot of affection, she describes their life and cultural differences of people who find themselves in other countries. The depth of the experience, as well as the sensitivity that we find in this novel, embellish it with an exceptional value. Even though the author deals with the individual, there are also universal, human elements in the novel. Thanks to her skills and storytelling, the plot runs smoothly. The language is simple, concise, descriptive, suitable for the protagonist, conversational.

The everyday language, one could say, contributing to the convincing and plastic image of the characters. With the novel\u2019s thorough idea and rhetorical questions, the author forms the characters within their relations to the world they live in. The novel\u2019s special value lies in the heartwarming and kind human relations, regardless of the part of the world they come from. Milka Kajganic preserves the language, the scents and the colours of her homeland; she sheds light to the destinies and gives voice to the little people who live at the edges of historical events that historians do not write about.
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Dogovor je pao izme\u0111u gospo\u0111e Heidi i fizioterapeuta Vase. Dolazit \u0107e ona svaki dan prije podne u wellness, uzimati aroma terapiju prije, pa tek onda masa\u017eu i kamen\u010di\u0107e. A za vrijeme masa\u017ee mo\u017ee i limfna drena\u017ea. Heidi \u0107e le\u017eati i postavljati pitanja, a Vaso \u0107e pri\u010dati. U maleni magnetofon od kojeg se Heidi nikad ne odvaja.<\/p>

\u2013 To kazivanje mo\u017ee po\u010deti od sutra gospo\u0111o Heidi. Moram se pripremiti da znam \u0161ta \u0107e u\u0107i u knjigu koju \u0107e \u010ditati Nijemci koji su ratovali protiv mojeg naroda. Samo da vam napomenem da moji partizani s Korduna pri\u010daju samo ratne pri\u010de gdje nigdje nema ni jednog njema\u010dkog \u0161ljema.
\u2013 Kako gospodine Vaso? Ne razumijem vas.
\u2013 \u017delim vam ispri\u010dati pri\u010de, legende iz mojeg naroda koji je pre\u017eivio usta\u0161ku kamu i va\u0161 srbosjek. Taj kolja\u010dki no\u017e nabavila je usta\u0161ka dr\u017eava iz va\u0161e fabrike oru\u017eja iz grada Solingena. Usta\u0161e su napravile stra\u0161ne zlo\u010dine. Htjeli su nas podijeliti na tre\u0107ine: jednu poklati, drugu preseliti u Srbiju zapaljivo govore\u0107i Srbe na vrbe i zadnju tre\u0107inu konventirati u katoli\u010dku vjeru i tako nas odvojiti od na\u0161e pravoslavne crkve jer je ona pupkovina koja nas dr\u017ei. Tako je govorio usta\u0161ki poglavnik Ante Paveli\u0107. Tako da znate da smo \u017eivjeli u Nezavisnoj dr\u017eavi Hrvatskoj koja je progla\u0161ena 10-og aprila 1941. godine i s njima smo ratovali do istrebljenja. Preko na\u0161ih sela Like, Banije, Korduna, Slavonije i Dalmacije.
\u2013 Ali, gospodine Vaso, NDH je potpisala sporazum s Hitlerom da zajedno idu u rat, na istim stranama su bili i Paveli\u0107 i Hitler.
\u2013 Molio je Paveli\u0107 Hitlera da ga pusti da nesmetano o\u010disti na\u0161e predjele od nas Srba, onako po tre\u0107inama kako sam Vam opisao. Krenuli su s paljenjem i ubijenjem, a goloruk narod je pobjegao u \u0161ume tra\u017ee\u0107i spas. Tako su nastali partizani, a ne nikakva Komunisti\u010dka partija koja je pozvala narod na ustanak. Sami smo se naoru\u017eavali. Ve\u0107ina oru\u017eja nabavljena je prodajom koko\u0161aka i prasi\u0107a talijanskom garnizonu koji je bio stacioniran u Vrginmostu te 1941.godine. Dobili smo pu\u0161ke i metke. Za po\u010detak , za odbranu, dosta. Onda su uslijedile borbe, pa se tu pobjedom, uzimao plijen u oru\u017eju od usta\u0161a. Da li ste vi u njema\u010dkom Rajhu imali koncentracione logore za djecu?
\u2013 Kako za djecu? Nisam Vas razumjela?
\u2013 Eto, mi smo imali dva logora za srpsku djecu. U gradu Sisku i u Jastrebarskom, nadomak Zagreba.
\u2013 \u0160to je bilo s tom djecom?
\u2013 Serviran im je topli obrok pun krvi od uboda no\u017eeva.
\u2013 Je li tko pre\u017eivio?
\u2013 Moj otac. Sje\u0107anja su nam svje\u017ea.
\u2013 Stra\u0161no!
\u2013 To je samo za uvod. Sutra \u0107emo nastaviti dalje.<\/p>

Heidi ga je gledala kao da vidi privi\u0111enje. Zadovoljan smije\u0161ak na njenom licu samo je Vasi bila potvrda da je dirnuta po\u010detkom pri\u010de. Namjestila je svoj magnetofon, ne\u0161to unutra \u0161apnula i ugasila ga. Prepustila se Vasinim rukama i skoro zaspala tokom terapije.
\u2013 Ne znam Vaso kako da Vam zahvalim. Ne znam \u0161to je ljekovitije, ti Va\u0161i kamen\u010di\u0107i ili Va\u0161e zlatne ruke ili taj hypericum. Odustala sam od aroma terapije. Ne znam kako ti mirisi mogu da uti\u010du na moje zdravlje. Nisam osjetila ni\u0161ta \u010dudno. Nego da Vas pitam: ova limfna drena\u017ea, da li ona nije svakodnevna?
\u2013 Ne, gospodjo Heidi. Bar svaki drugi ili tre\u0107i dan treba postupak lagane masa\u017ee ponoviti. Osjetit \u0107ete njeno dejstvo jer \u0107ete \u010de\u0161\u0107e nego ina\u010de morati u wc, da izmokrite sve te toksine \u0161to zatrova\u0161e Va\u0161e tijelo.<\/p>

Zahvalila se, uz dubok naklon uhvatila za kvaku i iza\u0161la iz ambulante fizioterapije.<\/p>

Vaso je jedva do\u010dekao kraj radnog dana da ode ku\u0107i. Milena je znala dosta toga iz pro\u0161losti, a bila je i sr\u010dana i borbena. Ba\u0161 onako kako su te korduna\u0161ke \u017eene navikle na te\u017eak \u017eivot pored mu\u017eeva boraca, vojnika ili seljaka.<\/p>

Njeni su bili siroma\u0161ni seljaci koji su pored rijeke Mre\u017enice imali ku\u0107icu koju su dijelili s dvije krave. I\u0161li su u Duga Resu po potrebne namirnice koju su namicali prodajom teleta ili pra\u0161\u010di\u0107ima koje su njihove krma\u010de znale da oprase i desetak. Kada je dolazila zima, njen otac Jovo je spremao drva za ogrjev. Iz svoje \u0161ume drva su vukle te dvije kravice, a onda su bezbri\u017eno do\u010dekivali zimu, punu snijega i niskih temperatura. Stoka je slasno pre\u017eivala sijeno, a od njihovog disanja izlazila je toplina koja je zagrijavala taj dio ku\u0107e i pregradni zid. I Milena je znala kao ozeblo dijete da se prislanja na taj zid i tako se grije zajedno s tri svoje sestre. One su bile starije od nje. Zaljubile su se s petnaest godina i odmah bile ispro\u0161ene. Obavio je otac Jovo sve te tri svadbe sretan \u0161to \u0107e majka kuvati manje \u017eganjaca na ognji\u0161tu prelivaju\u0107i ih toplim mlijekom ili nedjeljom slasnim skorupom.<\/p>

Majka Stana, koju su u selu svi zvali \u0106ana od milja, nau\u010dila je svoje k\u0107eri da vezu platno ili pletu \u010darape od vune. Odlazila je u hrvatske ku\u0107e da ne\u0161to poradi pa je zauzvat od bogatih seljanki dobivala kolutove pre\u0111e ili vune od svje\u017ee zaklanih ovaca. Za svakom od djevojaka i\u0161la je povorka s mirazom. Jastuci, plahte od konoplje, ru\u010dnici koji su ostali od svatova i suknja i prega\u010da i bijela izvezena ko\u0161ulja s crnim prslukom, kao korduna\u0161ka narodna no\u0161nja. Bili su tu i gumeni od crne ko\u017ee opanci koji su zamjenjivali one ko\u017ene koje one nikada nisu obule. I bijela marama koja je lijepo pristajala njihovoj nevinosti i po\u0161tenju. Siroma\u0161tvo ih je razaralo, ali je otac Jovo dao svoj blagoslov mlado\u017eenjima udaju\u0107i k\u0107eri u bogatije ku\u0107e i nadaju\u0107i se sretnom \u017eivotu svojih miljenica o\u010dekuju\u0107i od njih zdrav porod.
\u2013 Zna\u0161 li ti Vaso \u0161to se dogodilo kod tebe u banji?
\u2013 Kada?
\u2013 Ne znam, ju\u010der ili prekju\u010der.
\u2013 Pri\u010daj, da \u010dujem.
\u2013 Bilo je u novinama, evo pogledaj. Grom udario u drvo, oborio ga i pod njim ostala \u017eiva jedna \u017eena. Pi\u0161e da su je spasili bolni\u010dari iz banje davaju\u0107i joj umjetno disanje i masa\u017eom srca povratili u \u017eivot.
\u2013 Koje la\u017ei! Nije to tako bilo! Ja sam spasio tu \u017eenu, a ne nikakvi bolni\u010dari! Gledao sam nevrijeme kroz prozor i onda je nai\u0161ao neki val orkanskog vjetra nose\u0107i sa sobom crvenu pra\u0161inu koja mi je zamaglila pogled. Izvalio je vjetar bor iz korijena. Tu se zgrbila neka spodoba koja je htjela prije\u0107i preko bora i njegovih grana. Pa je pre\u0161la i odmah pala u nesvijest. Ja sam otr\u010dao do nje s kolicima i dovezao je u ambulantu. \u017dena je pala u \u0161ok jer joj se snizio \u0161e\u0107er u krvi. Dobila je infuziju i do\u0161la k sebi.
\u2013 Za\u0161to mi to nisi ispri\u010dao?
\u2013 Nisam htio pred tobom da se hvalim svojim juna\u0161tvom. A zna\u0161 tko je bila ta \u017eena? Ona novinarka \u0161to je do\u0161la k meni na masa\u017eu.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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