October, the end in Paris, and a funeral in Belgrade.
The suspicion was there confirmed: the illness had returned, hope had disappeared.
Yet again, as if in an allegory too unusuable for art, it was the last thing that people in Yugoslavia had watched together live.
A severe repression campaign ensues, persecuting suspected sympathizers of Soviet-brand socialism, a crime for which a single word, rumor, or simply being present as the matter was discussed, was sufficient.
The suspicion was there confirmed: the illness had returned, hope had disappeared.
Yet again, as if in an allegory too unusuable for art, it was the last thing that people in Yugoslavia had watched together live.
A severe repression campaign ensues, persecuting suspected sympathizers of Soviet-brand socialism, a crime for which a single word, rumor, or simply being present as the matter was discussed, was sufficient.