Good morning sorrow/ Dobro jutro tugo
kemijska, kava, vodene boje na papiru pencil, water colours, coffee on paper 'Good morning sorrow, where have you been for so long?' about a decade ago, an colleague of mine greeted me with those words. To understand the context you'll have to know that those are the opening lyrics of a well know Croatian ballad . In his case, it was a probably just a joke, as his next words to me were: 'Come on, when was the last time someone greeted you with a song?' Nowadays, those words 'Good morning sorrow' always remind me of a title of a well know French novel Bonjour Tristesse . If you're asking where I am going with all this, bare with me a moment (or don't... no one is forcing you to read this) as I usually do get to my point eventually. Sagan wrote it when she was only 18 and the novel was an instant success. When I read it, I though it was quite good (especially being written by someone that young) but I wondered whether some of the hyp