Zapisi sa Svačke: Dina Greenberg
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- Dec 26, 2025
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My time in residence at the DHKP provided me the rare gift of time, an intensive period of creative exploration and spiritual reflection. This period immediately preceded a very challenging, self-imposed research agenda for a three-month Fulbright project in Kosovo where I would explore the role ethnic Albanians played in aiding Jewish people transiting the former Yugoslavia during the Holocaust. And so, with the remarkable assistance of a local guide, I walked the streets of Zagreb — once home to a thriving Jewish community — and heard the occasional stories of survival and also the much more prevalent stories of those starved and murdered in places likeJasenovac and Bergen Belsen. For me, Jewish history was inescapable and, without planning, I began to write a series of poems that directly and tangentially pierce the gossamer veil that separates the living from the dead.
The poem, “I am an Only Child,” is one written during my residency. Once I produced a draft that felt satisfactory I realized there were elements I wanted to incorporate through visual art. The collage you see here includes photographs I took while visiting Jewish memorial sites in Zagreb. Often the angle of the sun produced stark shadows and my image — my shadow-self — appeared elongated and ghostly. But for the grace of God, I thought. Am I flesh and blood or merely a shade?
Dina Greenberg
16 December 2025
Pjesma s kolaža:
I am an only child
she said and I also
understood that she is orphaned
though she didn’t say so
I felt that moated
longing in her downturned lids
her bloodline and how she
held their ragged passage
fingering only the edges
as though to insinuate vermin
whose archaic weight
is not lost
on us
I know
without knowing
each silted crevice
where the traps are set
again, and then again
the chosen people



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