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Socialism with Chinese Characteristics. A Guide for Foreigners by Roland Boer

Manifesto of the Communist Party, and Principles of Communism by Karl Marx

The Collapse of the Soviet Union by International Communist Sem...

The East is Still Red - Chinese Socialism in the 21st Century by Carlos Martínez

Market Socialisms - Transition Periods

13 books — 1 voter

Bosnian war

60 books — 9 voters

When Secrets Bloom by Patricia Furstenberg

Life Begins on Friday by Ioana Pârvulescu

Yugoslavia, My Fatherland by Goran Vojnović

Farewell Cowboy by Olja Savičević Ivančević

Istros Books - writing from south-eastern Europe

31 books — 13 voters

Cinderella Goes to Market by Barbara Einhorn

Women and Socialism - Socialism and Women by Helmut Gruber

Economies of Violence by Jennifer Suchland

Women and Gender in Central and Eastern Europe, Russia, and E... by Mary Zirin

Women in (post)socialist Europe

18 books — 2 voters

Voices from Chernobyl by Svetlana Alexievich

Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk

The Notebook, The Proof, The Third Lie by Ágota Kristóf

Women Writers from Central & Eastern Europe in English Translation

236 books — 175 voters

Hoe de soldaat de grammofoon repareert by Saša Stanišić

Het land waar je nooit sterft by Ornela Vorpsi

Baba Jaga legde een ei by Dubravka Ugrešić

Nederlandse vertalingen van Griekse, Albanese, Cypriotische en Joegoslavische literatuur

44 books — 5 voters

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“ Zoki walks into the classroom, puts a piece of paper down on the teacher’s desk, and shouts: “Everyone write your name.” There are three columns: Muslim / Serb / Croat. We all gather round, we all hesitate. “Come on, guys.” Zoki writes his name under Serb. Kenan takes the pen from Zoki and writes his name under Muslim. Both Gorans put their names under Serb. Edin puts his name under Muslim. Alen puts his name under Muslim. Marica puts her name under Serb. Goca puts her name under Serb. Kule asks Zoki walks into the classroom, puts a piece of paper down on the teacher’s desk, and shouts: “Everyone write your name.” There are three columns: Muslim / Serb / Croat. We all gather round, we all hesitate. “Come on, guys.” Zoki writes his name under Serb. Kenan takes the pen from Zoki and writes his name under Muslim. Both Gorans put their names under Serb. Edin puts his name under Muslim. Alen puts his name under Muslim. Marica puts her name under Serb. Goca puts her name under Serb. Kule asks what this is all about. Zoki says: “So we know.” Kule says: “Fuck you.” Zoki says: “Anyway, you’re Muslim.” “What I am is Fuck you,” Kule says. Elvira makes a new column, writes Don’t know at the top, and puts her name there. Alen takes the pen back and crosses his name out and writes it again under Don’t know. Goca too. Marko puts his name under Serb. Ana puts her name under Don’t know, thinks for a second, crosses it out, adds Yugoslav as a fifth heading, and puts her name there. Zoki writes Kule under Muslim. Kule says: “Zoki, you dumb horse, I’ll fuck your mother.” The Gorans plant themselves in front of Kule and the one with the long incisors says: “What’s wrong, Kule? Shoes too tight?” Kule grabs the pen out of Zoki’s hand and tries to scribble something on Goran’s forehead. Goran shoves him, Kule shoves back, and we move between them. Everyone’s shouting all at once until Kule raises his arm—the gesture says, Everything’s cool, I’m cool. He goes up to the desk and makes a sixth column. On top it says, Fuck all of you. Kule writes Kule in that column, stomps on the pen, which breaks, and leaves the classroom. No one follows Kule. The list disappears. A couple months later, Muslims in several cities are ordered to wear white armbands. An Eskimo family lived in Višegrad at the time, above the supermarket on Tito Street. Actually they had no connection with the Inuit—it was just a joke answer on the 1991 census, which was included in the actual statistics and then recognized by the state. The father repeated it during the Serbian occupation, but no one laughed. So he left the city, with his wife and baby daughter. Today they live closer to the North Pole and speak decent Swedish. ...more ”
― Saša Stanišić, Herkunft

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“ Bosnia's war had its visual hallmarks. Parks that were turned into cemeteries, refugee families piled onto horse-drawn carts, stop-or-die checkpoints with mines across the road. The most hideous hallmark of all was the blackened patch of ground in the center of town. It always meant the same thing, a destroyed mosque. The goal of ethnic cleansing was not simply to get rid of Muslims; it was to destroy all traces that they had ever lived in Bosnia. The goal was to kill history. If you want to do ...more ”
― Peter Maass, Love Thy Neighbor: A Story of War

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