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ISSN 1409-6900 | UDK 82+7     Blesok no. 20 | volume IV | April-May, 2001



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Blesok no. 20April-May, 2001
Essays

The Signpost and the Road

from "The Great Building and Other Conversations with the Unknown One", Blesok 2001


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Ferid Muhić

    Muaz was distressed.
    He was travelling for five days.
    Ever since he knew of himself, Muaz liked travelling; he was excited and cheerful before the trip, and very concentrated, focussed on everything around him during every trip, even the longest one. As early as a five-year old boy he did not detach his nose from the windows of the wagons, trains, ships, even when the night would overcome everybody. He looked outside, even in the obscure darkness, focussed, so as not to miss something of the new world opening before his eyes.
    Now, here he was coming in the night on the fifth day of the greatest and most exhilarating travel. Muaz knew neither how nor why he accepted the trip, but clearly knew that he could not have done something different. He had to follow the impulse that was the only signpost left to him in the search for the way to the destination.
    From the first day of his entering the unknown land, he was told: Follow the signposts, and the way will take you to your destination!
    
At the beginning, the signposts were numerous and very transparent. On second thought, he realised now that they were so well organised that he had no possibility to make a mistake!
    He just needed to drive along the clearly marked motorway. All lanes led to a faraway, unknown, but same direction! Big, green boards with huge white letters indicated the cities that were waiting for him and for thousands of other drivers to decide which exit they would chose; where to stop, look for their fortune, begin or finish some work. And while the tires were producing a nice, discrete sound going over the clean, smooth asphalt, without any uneven spots or holes in it; while the translucent morning when he started the journey was opening before him a sight with sharpness he had never seen and in distances he had not seen before even in his dreams, in passing, with the angles of the eyes, he noticed that some drivers very early drove to the edges of the motorway. They exited as early as in the first kilometers, behind the signposts with the names of the places. The cities themselves, the small towns, inhabited places, whatever they were, could not be seen, so that he could not create a certain picture of their size, appearance, even though the landscape could basically be followed: mild,






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