So that children don’t die

There is such a thing as an enduring, inexhaustible romanticism. The fourth of June is a date, I am convinced, that will go down in the most personal histories of every one of us; it will be the greatest proof and expression of this romanticism, our right to it, or, even more, its right to us. I wonder: did there exist, on that day in Belgrade, a single person who did not feel shaken to her very core, or thrown out of his basic everyday