FOREWORD
WELCOME TO NEMAK
The author of Norma, mercilessly, even with the first sentences, introduces us to the whirlpool of his own unusual story. Like a spiral through a mental infarction, he throws us to the shores of Nemak, the land where Norma lives. Leaning on Peter’s shoulders, skipping over the piles of endless earthly rubbish, Vlado takes us to the ideal fields of the country that exists on the other side of the mirror. Deeply empathetic with the real main character, the earthly martyr Peter, the author cruelly throws the earthly truth in our face, not waiting for us to look in the crystals of Nemak.
Reading about Norma and Peter, sensing our Milica from Skopje in every bloody spark of the Macedonian hell, along with Vlado, we stand on the platform waiting for the train to take us “nowhere”. Staying throughout the story with the ticket firmly clenched in the sweaty palm, unconsciously, we grit our teeth cheering for the characters that play bravely on the contours of the rainbow. Like in a movie. Exactly, a movie. As you read, you cannot help but look at the scenes of the powerful movie story that appears as a ghost on the edge of a dirty platform. And you cannot narrate, retell or paraphrase this hastened book. Hastened and express.
Like a thunder behind the story of another world, Nemak is a reflection of the opposite image of Macedonia. A world in which the sincere and the insincere are confronted with the song of genesis. With the poetry of the source of religious illusion and cruel reality. Read this book without prejudice. Because the core and the essence of human destiny are squeezed therein. In about seventy pages, experience Nemak, fleeing the madness of reality and cruelty of life.
Welcome to Nemak!
Aceski Sasho Cik