We high school students volunteered to build roads during summer vacation. Later, I wrote poems and short stories about our summer of road building.
Surrounded by
vapors from the hot asphalt,
Heated from the scorching sun
We felt like dusty birds on the road
With shiny eyes, dirty hands, eager movements
The road was growing inch by inch
Together with our pride…
Tatjana Webster, Belgrade, 1959 (translated from Serbo-Croatian)