when I read my old diary, if I was sad I felt hopeless. if I was glad I found these old days ridiculous. Thus, it was already in my mind for a long time to get rid of this unpleasant time-machine; burning it, throwing into the river or burying in the forest...I dont remember exactly, it was nearly 5 or 6 months ago, in a usual gloomy sarajevo winter day, I took a look at my old diary and said "this is the day". I took my hand a gaslighter and went out to the terrace to burn it. However this trial failed because of the freezing wind. Afterwards, my solution was to cut all the pages one by one. I don't know how I would feel when watching it burning but I'm sure that cutting it by hand and scissor had a therapeutic effect on me. I guess cutting any kind of paper is always a joy for anyone but this was a great experience.when it is a diary which I've written so many memories and thoughts in between my 14 and 16.
I don't myself even wonder where those pieces are now but in case to inform, I've put 'em in a plastic bag and throw into the big thrash container. Probably they're taken by a paper collector and already became recycled as a newspaper, notebook... or diary..
