Hotel

The Radomariola Čikić ANAMARJEL



Library

CONTEMPORARY LITERATURE

Editor

Vladimira Stijak Ilisic

Reviewer Milica Kecman

Illustration on the cover

Aleksandar Sasa Sopic

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Radomariola Čikić

Anamarjel

Banja Luka, 2015Radomariola Čikić ANAMARJEL



Library

CONTEMPORARY LITERATURE

Editor

Vladimira Stijak Ilisic

Reviewer Milica Kecman

Illustration on the cover

Aleksandar Sasa Sopic

2

Radomariola Čikić

Anamarjel

Banja Luka, 2015

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If you are wondering how this book came about, I will explain. I prayed to God either to give me the strength to finish the book, or to be with the guy I was in love with. I have long believed and hoped, but it is a UTOPIA. This book is the product of one decision and one promise

But if you ask me, I’d rather it was the latter. It's true! This book is designed as follows: to be a guide for all those who suffer from mental disorders, to be the first sign, the first symptom, to be an alarm that you will listen to immediately!

They say that people like us pose a threat, that we are dangerous to ourselves and the environment, but I wonder, who is actually dangerous here?

6

She was sitting on the train, she didn't care where she was going, she probably wouldn't even know if you asked her. She settled down by the window, the sun shining brightly on her beautiful face, so strong that it seemed dazzling. The sun could not blind her, for her eyes were full of tears. They flowed one by one down her face, wetting her blouse. A beautiful girl of twenty-something, dark brown hair with shades of lighter whose strands shone in the sun, so strong that they looked like diamonds (along with tears), medium dark complexion, eyes brown as the most beautiful stone, ears small, as and a nose, facial features, like the character of a brown-haired Barbie, like the character of actress Jenifer Lawrence and, one could well see, a precocious body, even skinny. Her kindness and intelligence could be seen in her eyes, not only in her eyes, but also in her behavior and movements. Why is such a beautiful girl crying? Nobody knows that, not even her. She jerked, it was all imagination, imaginary crying and an observer. Memories, just memories, but what, beautiful guys, maybe

Yes? Although the crying was pensive, the sadness was not. That sadness could be seen "from the plane", but its weakness at no time. It was over, the train had arrived, only, suddenly, the creak of wheels on the rails and the last clouds of smoke billowing. However, I didn't tell you where we were going ... We're going to Africa, to be precise, to Uganda. It is, officially, the Republic of Uganda, a country in East Africa whose neighbors are: Kenya, South Sudan, the Democratic Republic of Congo, Rwanda and in the south, Tanzania. The official language, in addition to English, is Swahili. Luganda, the language of the southern part, is widespread in the state. Many more languages are in use. Uganda, by being multicultural, is also multilingual. It is a landlocked country, the capital is Kampala, and the currency is the Ugandan shilling. The area of Uganda is 236,035 km². The highest peak is Ruvenzori, 5110 m. The climate is varied, subtropical, continental or temperate due to the altitude, and some peaks are always covered in snow. The largest rivers are the Victoria Nile and the Nile, and the lakes are the Victoria and Albertovo lakes. The majority of the population is religiously oriented, mostly Christians, Catholics and Protestants, and a smaller number of Muslims. The history of this country has been turbulent. The population still remembers the rule of Idi Amin, but not for good, but for suffering, genocide, economic instability and poverty. Namely, after gaining independence, Milton Obote carried out a coup d'etat in 1966, to be later replaced by Idi and to end in a civil war. The result of that war was prosperity with Yoweri Mosweni. It's nice, nice there. The sun is strong, but pleasant. The people are kind, they mix a little Swahili, a little English, they manage, they fight for their lives. Her "good eye" notices it all. It's crowded. One handsome guy is standing holding an inscription in his hand. What does it say? Well yes, that's her name, ANAMARJEL. "I'm glad," she said, "I see you're waiting for me." The guy was confused. A taxi and a hotel were waiting for her. Everything was paid for.

was luxurious, service, food, furniture, everything is on level. Silk bedspreads, French soaps, the softest towels, no carpets, and the bed is all in a canopy. She had everything, but that EVERYTHING means nothing to her. Why, only she knows that! Her body is there, but her soul is not. She came to a refugee camp that had been open for some time because of the surrounding wars. Namely, her big dream was to do humanitarian work. The purpose of the refugee camp is multiple. It is a charitable shelter for the sick, wounded, poor and, of course, refugees, for those people who have been expelled from their homes. She started working right away. Although he is a cardiac surgeon, he will work as a general practitioner, because they need it. Her first patient was eight months pregnant. The woman had an aneurysm, a very rare disease that is difficult to detect. Such a disease must be monitored, as it can lead to heart failure and death. Anamarjel was kind and concentrated, as if she hadn't been torn apart until a few minutes ago. Scott did his job, but he didn't take his eyes off her, he seemed to like it.

Suddenly a man, tall, black, short-haired, skinny, muscular, but not too much! Do not get me wrong! He is not a fanatic who suffers from a "muscle complex". He was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt. The heat is unbearable there, you know that! Blue eyes, seductive gaze, sharp and cold, somehow distant, but at the same time tender, hurt, full of pain! Ana saw all this on him. It's like he recognizes himself. Their eyes met. That "blink" look happened when the two souls met. It all happened in a split second, in a blink of an eye. He approached her at a brisk pace. He didn't say hello or ask his name, he was just interested in who it was and what he was doing there.

Scott replied that it was a successful doctor who worked at a hospital in New York, Anamarjel Anabel. - "Well, yes, that's the doctor we welcome as a queen with a hotel, food, service, transportation!" I don't know since when this camp turned into that core of political interests and the rich !? A doctor who worked in an equipped hospital with colorful walls, full of children and candy, an assistant! ”

Ana didn't owe him anything either - "I don't know who you are or what you are, but you have no right to insult me!"

"I'm not insulting you, I'm just stating the facts, but we'll see how long you last here!" - laughing and saying that, he turned and left.

"Who is that fool?" Ana asked.

"It's Daniel David, the boss here, he used to be the chief of surgery in Houston. A neurosurgeon who was very successful, but suddenly decided to come and work here. I think his great desire was to help people, not to work for money, because he doesn’t even need it, he’s very rich. I think he was disgusted with the bureaucracy and administration in the hospital, so he ran away. We all used to dream of changing the world and helping people, that's why we enrolled in this college, but life has different rules of the game and takes us in an unknown direction, in ways we didn't want to. ”