European Resistance Archive/European Resistance Archive (ERA)

I never came across a single Slovenian enemy, dead or alive.

So I realize I have a somewhat idealized conception.

Nonetheless, it was genuine, the idealization that a war could unfold such a beautiful humanity,

if I may say so, because war is far from beautiful.

It is true though that as a poet it was hard for me to choose death, even the enemy’s.

This is also why I selected tasks which were far more hazardous than being in the brigade.

However, it was less imperative in the tasks I chose to have to kill someone standing before me, even the enemy.

I have always tried to live my life with as little death as possible, even with regard to the Germans.

Killing, even in the name of great ideals, will ultimately come back to you later in form of a trauma.

The prayer book anecdote; teacher in the partisan school

In the two years that I was with the Partisans, I came quite close to death several times.

I somehow had to get used to death becoming a part of Partisan life.

For each fight there was the success or failure of the encounter.

It was determined almost exclusively on the basis of the number dead.

If we fought with the Germans and then figured that five Partisans had fallen,

so as to find pleasure in the result of the encounter.

We had to convince ourselves, regardless of how true it was, that we had lost five Partisans while the enemy had lost twenty.

You had the feeling that the death that swallowed up your colleagues was not in vain.

Rather it was a mini-contribution towards liberation and the persecution of the occupying enemy,

freedom and everything we imagined was to be after the war ended.