Many old women in Zagreb dress like my mother used to. Although she left the city in her thirties, through her nineties she remained faithful to its dress code.

Addendum (March 8, 2012)

Whence yesterday’s memories of my mother? Today is the international holiday celebrating the liberation of women, which I associate with one woman only ever since childhood. The holiday survives to this day, but only just. Most people associate it with socialism of yesteryear. Even worse, they associate it with former Yugoslavia. In my own mind, though, today is my mother’s day. Period. And this is how things will surely remain till my last day. It seems that faithfulness to mindless things runs quite deep in our family, as witnessed by yesterday’s haiku.