Tuzla of My Youth, Foreword
Tuzla of My Youth, Foreword

Summary/Abstract: Quite unexpectedly, but silently and steadily, the town started to sink. Clearly, it did not sink equally everywhere, nor in all its parts. This was an endless subterranean and insidious destruction. It usually started with doors or windows not being able to close, some cracks would appear, and plaster and mortar would start falling off. ‘In the evening we closed the door’ – one could hear from all sides – ‘and in the morning we could not open it.’ The underground waters and hidden cavities – the secret paths of salt and brine – sucked the buildings, settlements, streets and entire quarters into themselves. The house of the Antić family, on the way to the Salty Spa, built just before the war, became a measurable indicator of the monthly and yearly sinking, since it was sinking evenly, with its whole foundation. In the decades that followed the war, the destruction started taking the shape of a natural disaster. Some buildings were depopulated and emptied, while others were erected to accept the tenants from the houses marked by the colour of sinking.

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