Above is the only word I know in my grandfather's native tongue. Well, that, and another word that does not have a kind English translation...
This is something else that made me happy to be Croatian (The red stitched pattern is now the background on my computer.)
That made me happy to legitimately feel connected to a place and history and people, even though those nouns and concepts have little to no affect on my daily life. I guess part of the American Curse is that we are forced to grasp on to any dangling end of any line of heritage we can, even though we were forced to cut our un-cuttable ties generations ago.
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