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<strong>Erasure</strong>_4a 10.1.11 20:29 Page 7979An erased person’s story“AS IF I WERE CLIMBING MOUNT EVEREST” 1In 1992, I was barely 11 <strong>the</strong>n, we impatiently waited for <strong>the</strong> postman, who firstbrought an invitation for my sister to come to <strong>the</strong> administrative unit. She fixed herpersonal documents <strong>the</strong>re. Two months later <strong>the</strong>y invited her again to come to <strong>the</strong> administrativeunit and bring her new documents. This time <strong>the</strong>y took away her documents– <strong>the</strong> ones <strong>the</strong>y had issued two months earlier – punched <strong>the</strong>m and said <strong>the</strong>yweren’t valid any more. I remember <strong>the</strong> day when she came home, she was very sad,she cried, my sister; she was 15 at <strong>the</strong> time and she was arranging documents on herown. I didn’t understand anything. I still waited for <strong>the</strong> postman, but I soon could seethat I wouldn’t get Slovenian citizenship. I didn’t have problems at school, but I didn’ttell anyone that <strong>the</strong> postman hadn’t come. Towards <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> elementary school myschoolmates were making decisions about where to continue <strong>the</strong>ir schooling, but I knewthat I needed personal documents to enroll in secondary school. I didn’t feel like learningany more, so in <strong>the</strong> seventh grade I replaced <strong>the</strong> classroom with <strong>the</strong> basketball groundin front <strong>of</strong> our apartment block.I grew up in one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> rougher neighborhoods in Slovenia, in Fužine, where <strong>the</strong>rewas a lot <strong>of</strong> police supervision. I had to hide all <strong>the</strong> time out <strong>of</strong> fear that <strong>the</strong>y would findme. <strong>The</strong> manager <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> building where our non-pr<strong>of</strong>it apartment was located asked meif we had citizenship. I naturally told him that we did. Had I told him that we didn’thave it, God knows what would have happened. I had this feeling all <strong>the</strong> time that peoplewere suspicious. It’s true that I never had any unpleasant encounter with <strong>the</strong> police; Ionly talked to <strong>the</strong>m when <strong>the</strong>y, for example, surprised me with some similar question,such as, “Who scribbled over <strong>the</strong> wall in our building?” Even <strong>the</strong>n I was stiff and frightened.I mainly stayed at home and, in order to avoid bad company, on <strong>the</strong> playground,1 <strong>The</strong> erased person’s story is based on <strong>the</strong> interview held by Marina Vrhovec and Petra Žišt.

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