50 Years of Childhood

Instead of an Introduction This is a book with singing. Singing without a good ear for music, without a good voice, without a contrabass. Only a book. Is there a bigger and a happier sadness in the Universe. If someone recognizes themselves in this book, I will be very glad, because I did not imagine them like that at all. Instead of an Epilogue This is a book that divided Croatia into three unequal halves: Red, Black and Neutral. For the sake of better understanding and unity (in spite of political parties). I hope this book will be printed immediately in the second edition, because I consider the first one snapped up long ago. ............."My future began immediately after the Big Bang - in the Universe, of course. In the distant Prehistory. In the moment when I decided without self-confidence that I didn?t want to be born. Immediately I was successful. I let my future roll and roll through the centuries and bygone times, with whoever it wanted to. It liked that. It did everything with everyone in order to create my successful Non-life. And when it was created, my future left it alone and without itself, the future, to continue its path. My successful Non-life, young and perky, snuck around in the caves of Altamira, scratched the walls of the tower of Babel, climbed on the slant surfaces of Cheop?s pyramid. What else it did along the way, I dare not even think.