6 article(s) translated from Macedonian The Bird on the Balcony (Magazine) By Petre Dimovski | January 1, 2017 Petre Dimovski looks back at a turning point in a leader's youth The young man walked with his usual calm over the cobblestones of the Shirok Sokak promenade in Bitola, the city famous throughout the Ottoman Empire. He came from Salonika and felt he was ever closer to his goal of obtaining an education, now that he had been accepted as a cadet at the Military Academy here. At the same moment, the beautiful Bitola girl Eleni Karinte came out onto the balcony, aflutter and in... The Lighter (Magazine) By Natali Spasova | January 1, 2017 A resourceful child learns the limited life of a good-luck charm in Natali Spasova's tale “When is Daddy coming?” The bare little feet came shuffling into the room, but the child’s sleepy voice received no answer. It was a small room, modestly furnished, with dark curtains on the windows that did not let in enough light. The frail body of a woman slumped in an armchair, her old throne. The little girl made her way through the bottles of alcohol and gently loosened... Fog and Fire (Magazine) By Nenad Joldeski | January 1, 2017 Nenad Joldeski offers two atmospheric tales Fog Skopje. Corrected discourse. Fine rain is falling outside. One half of the city is under water, the other floats wounded on the city lake. A bird flies into the half-open roller blind. The third today. Beside me lies the borrowed book on Brueghel. I remember Landscape with the Fall of Icarus. It’s strange that I can’t think of Brueghel without his name triggering an association with Williams. “According to... Nectar (Magazine) By Rumena Bužarovska | January 1, 2017 Rumena Bužarovska observes a woman give her pretentious doctor husband a taste of his own medicine Although he’s a gynecologist, my husband likes to pretend he’s an artist, and that’s just one of the things about him that annoy me. Actually, I don’t remember exactly when most of the things he does and says started to bug me, but I can distinguish this one as one of my main peeves. For example, when we have people over he tells them that he... from “My Father’s Books” (Magazine) By Luan Starova | July 2, 2009 In those rare moments when, bent over his opened books, he considered his fate, seeking solutions to the Balkan history of his family, in those moments when he thought he was fully prepared to begin writing the history of the Balkans through the declines of the three empires with which the life of his family had collided (Ottoman, Fascist, and Stalinist), my father began to ask himself which was his fatherland: the fatherland of his ancestors or the fatherland of his descendants. He... Ballad of Aunt Else’s Refugees (Magazine) By Lidija Dimkovska | November 3, 2008 It's cold in Schlossberg. The stoves are full of our nails and hairs. The lift with coal and matches remained stuck in the middle of the hairdresser's by the City Gate. We had our forelocks trimmed for free there and now we look at each other as if in a mirror, pH neutral. When Aunt Else adds knitting to our slippers we play darts: she aiming her blue knitting needle at our hearts, we our red at hers. Gruss gott. The elastoplast stops the blood in the wound, and...