90 15 When Father whis pered in se cret to my mother, “Sta lin is done for,” we im me di ately thought about our poor lit tle Sta linka. With tears in our eyes, we went out to see her, to stroke her hair, to hug her. Sta linka, as al ways, greeted us se renely and ten derly and then turned her gaze back to ward the suc cu lent grasses. For us, the quar rel between Tito and Sta lin was im por tant be cause it was con nected to our goats, es pe cially our Sta linka. We tried to over hear other things my father whis pered about Sta lin fol low ing the most re cent news. My mother’s re ac tion was al ways the same: “As long as there is no war, as long as there is no war!” We quickly stopped call ing Sta linka by her name. She was ac cus tomed to her name, how ever, so when we did not use it, she treated us dif fer ently. In our young minds, we feared that if we used her name too often, Sta linka would be the first to be taken away and slaugh tered. With the news con cern ing the end of good re la tions between Tito and Sta lin, the time of the goats’ de mise was ap proach ing. Every one was anx ious about it, the whole Goat herd Quar ter, the city, the coun try, 91 but be cause of our Sta linka, we wor ried more than the oth ers. It was pos sible that they would take the goats away or kill them, but be cause of Sta linka, our fam ily could be pun ished. We worked out all kinds of plans to save our goats, be gin ning with Sta linka. We wanted to take a large amount of food and hide in the nearby moun tain caves with our goats; we could live awhile on goat milk, and then, when things calmed down, we would re turn to the city when free dom re turned as well. We could not com pre hend what ter rible thing the goats had done for them to be killed now. After all, as any one could read in Father’s books, peo ple had sur vived pre cisely be cause of the goats. What had hap pened to these peo ple? But for us, the Goat herd Quar ter had grown into our white for tress of life in the shadow of the great stone for tress. Moth ers pulled their chil dren out of death’s em brace with the milk of these goats. In the Bal kans, this love between peo ple and goats was pure, com plete, and holy. With the goats, peo ple of dif fer ent faiths and na tion al ities drew closer more eas ily. In the post war years of Com mu nism, the more these peo ple were as sured that God did not exist, the more they be lieved that God did exist through these goats, sent here for life to con tinue. Every fam ily in the Goat herd Quar ter who kept goats con cocted every pos sible plan to save the goats, in di vid u ally and col lec tively. In our fam ily, as soon as Father went to work, we chil dren began to turn on the radio more fre quently, hop ing to be the first to learn any news about the de struc tion of the goats and to be the first to do some thing about it. At that time, our par ents did not talk about the goats, so as not to alarm or sad den us. But one morn ing, it fi nally hap pened; the radio broad cast the first news about the end of the goats. “The goats,” echoed the speaker’s en er getic voice, “are sworn en e mies of So cial ism. Be cause of the goats, our glo ri ous work ing class would never be able to reach Com mu nism. The goats are de stroy ing So cial ist pub lic lands: the moun tains, the for ests. There fore, we must col lec tively de stroy them . . .” These words from the radio were like poi son ous ar rows pierc ing our souls. Even though we never...