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88% WATER – 12% HAPPINESS

I peeked from the soil seven days ago. I am in a pot, in a garden, at 14 Hilandarska Street. I am growing. I do not know what my chances are. There are plenty of people here. Some pour water into the soil from which I grow. Water feels good. I’m no longer cold at night. I still can’t remember all the people that I feel every day. My name is Dragica.


88% VODA - 12% SREĆA

Iz zemlje sam sam provirila pre sedam dana. U saksiji sam, u dvorištu, u Hilandarskoj 14. Rastem. Ne znam kakve su mi šanse. Ima dosta ljudi ovde. Neki sipaju vodu u zemlju iz koje rastem. Prija mi voda. Više mi nije noću hladno. Ne mogu još uvek da zapamtim sve ljude koje osećam svaki dan. Zovem se Dragica.



Ivan Tokin

May 7, 2015
Day 1

I peeked from the soil seven days ago. I am in a pot, in a garden, at 14 Hilandarska Street. I am growing. I do not know what my chances are. There are plenty of people here. Some pour water into the soil from which I grow. Water feels good. I’m no longer cold at night. I still can’t remember all the people that I feel every day. My name is Dragica.

Dan 1.

Iz zemlje sam sam provirila pre sedam dana. U saksiji sam, u dvorištu, u Hilandarskoj 14. Rastem. Ne znam kakve su mi šanse. Ima dosta ljudi ovde. Neki sipaju vodu u zemlju iz koje rastem. Prija mi voda. Više mi nije noću hladno. Ne mogu još uvek da zapamtim sve ljude koje osećam svaki dan. Zovem se Dragica.

May 14, 2015
Day 9

I’m growing fast. In the pot next to me grows a bushy guy, kind of cute. You can’t see him in the photos because they put him aside when photos are taken. I don’t know why they do it. Every day at 6 pm a blue-eyed guy with an earring comes, moves the bushy guy, and takes photos of me.

I'm angry at him for that. I am angry. I am angry now, and I am about to be angry. I am going to ask the blue-eyed guy to leave the bushy guy when taking photos since he’s there all the time.

In spite of the life surrounding me, good life, new life, colorful and gentle, sometimes I experience harshness. Sometimes they water me recklessly, with an orange hose, disrupting the soil in the pot, and I'm scared then - they might wash me away.

However, everything’s fine, for now.

Dan 9.

Mnogo rastem. U saksiji do mene raste neki čupavi tip, onako, sladak. Nema ga na slikama jer ga sklanjaju za slikanje. Ne znam zašto to rade. Svaki dan u 18.00 dođe jedan plavooki s minđušom, pomeri čupavog, i slika mene.

Ljuta sam na njega zbog toga. Ljuta sam. Ljuta sam sad, a tek ću biti ljuta. Pitaću plavookog da mi ostavi čupavog za slikanje, kad je već tu stalno.

Pored celog života oko mene, dobrog, novog života, raznobojnog i nežnog, povremeno doživim grubost. Ponekad me neko grubo zalije, iz narandžastog creva, poremeti mi raspored zemlje u saksiji, i plašim se tada – ispraće me sa života.

Ipak, dobro je sve, za sada.

May 22, 2015
Day 18

They left me the bushy guy. Now you see what this is about. A gentleman? Nah. Eloquent, educated, clean, nice, from a good home. This is nothing to do with him, I guess you can see that.

He doesn’t pay attention to me, in fact, I can never see it, he has never really smiled at me. Sometimes I see him, when the dawn takes him by surprise, when he is not careful and does not turn away on time, I catch him looking at me, quite gently, and what is the worst, I catch him look away.

That’s it about him.

Dan 18.

Ostavili su mi Čupavog. Sad vidite o čemu se radi. Fin gospodin čovek? Ma jok. Elokventan, obrazovan, čist, lep, iz dobre kuće. Nema to veze s njim, to valjda vidite.

Ne obraća pažnju na mene, u stvari nikad to ne vidim, nikad mi se nije nasmejao, samo ponekad ga ugledam, kad ga iznenadi zora, kad je nepažljiv, kad se ne okrene na vreme, uhvatim ga kako me gleda, prilično nežno, i što je najgore uhvatim ga kako sklanja pogled.

Toliko o njemu.

June 3, 2015
Day 25

Time flies. I’ve moved to the site. The sisters are growing, the blue-eyed guy talks of transplantation. The bushy guy has bloomed. It’s much warmer than it was a few days ago. I often feel the sunlight. It feels good. I love the sun and its brightness but it’s also nice at night. Two cats linger in the garden at night. One is bigger, the other one smaller. Sometimes they sleep here, close to me.

At night there are no people around me, at all, but they are here during the day. They sit, stand, talk, move. They talk about places they have been to and places they are going to visit. I haven’t been anywhere and I am not going anywhere. I don’t move. I'm always in the same place. I don’t know whether this is good or bad. For the time being, I just want to exist, right here where I am now.

Dan 25.

Vreme leti. Prešla sam na sajt. Sestre rastu, Plavooki priča o presađivanju. Čupavi je procvetao.

Mnogo je toplije nego pre nekoliko dana. Često osećam sunčevu svetlost. Prija mi. Volim sunce i njegovu svetlost. Mada je i noću lepo. Dve mačke se motaju po bašti noću. Jedna je veća, druga manja. Ponekad prespavaju tu, blizu mene.

Noću nema ljudi oko mene, uopšte, ali su tu preko dana. Sede, stoje, pričaju, pomeraju se. Pričaju kako su negde bili i kako će nekuda ići. Ja nisam nigde bila i neću nikuda ići. Ja se ne pomeram. Uvek sam na istom mestu. Ne znam da li je to dobro ili loše. Za sada mi se sviđa da samo postojim, tu gde sam.