Teta Marija heads out to her garden to gather something for her friend, through the kitchen and dining room, out the back door and down her treacherous concrete steps. As in a chase gone wrong, this sets off Bab in the opposite direction, briskly out the sliding door of the lounge, the front door and onto the street, moving more nimbly than her hulking, giant friend. In life Bab would have accepted the offering, just as in turn she would have given the same of her own produce. Ko neće uzet, neće ni dati, she would encourage those resisting gifts & hospitality. Who doesn’t accept will also fail to give. In the other world she was elusive now when she appeared.
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