The year we lost our inhibition and moved with courageous abandon was also the year we stared down barrels, sang of cranes in skies, ducked and parried, caught gold in hijab, collected death threats, knew ourselves as patriots, said, "We're 35 now, time we settled down and found a running mate," made road maps for infant joy, shamed nothing but fear, called ourselves fat and meant, of course, impeccable.
Te godine, izgubili smo našu inhibiciju i kretali se sa hrabrim otklonom a također smo gledali u cijevi, pjevali dizalicama na nebu, saginjali se i branili, hvatali zlato u hijabu, skupljali smo prijetnje smrću, znali sebe kao domoljube, rekli, "Imamo 35 sada, vrijeme je da se smirimo i nađemo partnera," napravimo ceste za dječju radost, bez srama od ičeg, osim straha, zvali se debelima, i naravno mislili, da smo savršeni.