Halpern M. Joel, Kerewsky-Halpern Barbara (USA)
Halpern M. Joel, Kerewsky-Halpern Barbara (USA)
Halpern M. Joel, Kerewsky-Halpern Barbara (USA)
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clean cubicle with 2 cots, a miniature sink and a closet that can be opened by moving<br />
the cots.<br />
<strong>Joel</strong>, had eaten the entire box of baklava, not out of hunger, but out of love for Mrs. F’s<br />
cooking and the thought that he would not have access to her banking soon again. I<br />
could not restrain him. He ate all 22 pieces of the heavy sticky sweet as well as several<br />
hard boiled eggs we had prepared for the trip. After our arrival he spent his first few<br />
hours in the capital of Macedonia getting it all out of his system. While he was thus<br />
engaged I went out for a stroll on the central square. There was a band playing and a<br />
crowd of several thousand was gathered around a speaker’s platform. All the buildings<br />
facing the square were draped in Yugoslav, Macedonian and Red communist party<br />
flags.<br />
The occasion, I soon learned, was the send-off -of the relay runners from Skopje for<br />
the torch relay to Belgrade. This was an annual event marking Marshal Tito’s birthday,<br />
which is tomorrow. You may have seen snatches of this in newsreels. A (formally)<br />
loving speech of fidelity and gratitude to him was read by an official. Then a young<br />
boy and girl, muscular in short shorts and undershirts, bounded up to the platform and<br />
recited a few lines before accepting the wooden baton to relay on to the next post. On<br />
his birthday, all the runners will have met in Beograd, bringing their batons and birthday<br />
greetings from all parts of the country. (Wooden torch is used in the original text –<br />
perhaps actual torches were used in the final ceremony)<br />
Somewhere in that crowd, we had the feeling we would meet our friend Du{ko from the<br />
ship, the Jugolinija freighter Crna Gora on which we sailed together from New York to<br />
Dalmatia. Du{ko is the young poet and journalist who had been for five years in a<br />
German concentration camp. Sure enough, we found him and we recognized each<br />
other immediately. Although he looked the same I (<strong>Barbara</strong>) am much fatter. He was<br />
very pleased to speak Serbian with us. We walked around Skopje and recalled when we<br />
dressed up four of the boys (men) to do a pony ballet on the cargo hatch of the ship.<br />
(We have purposely not deleted items of this sort so that it is possible to appreciate<br />
how styles of gender humor have changed.) It was almost a year ago.<br />
Du{ko wanted us to go see “Vrati se, Malo {ibo“ (Come back, Little Sheba, a popular<br />
Hollywood film of the time) with him and his wife, but we told him to go without us and<br />
that we would see him again before we left.<br />
The next morning, with both of us feeling fine, we started off for the official Commission<br />
for Cultural Relations With Foreigners, with a letter to them from the Beograd main<br />
office, asking them to assist us. They were very busy with plans for a big children’s<br />
parade the next day (Tito’s Birthday was combined with the Day of Youth), and asked<br />
us to come back Monday. That is where <strong>Joel</strong> is now, while I’m here typing.<br />
Later that day we went to the museum, which is located on the central square upstairs<br />
from the Narodni Magazin, the big (state) department store. From the mezzanine of the<br />
museum we could look down into the store. There we saw a tremendous portrait of<br />
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