Smiljan, Croatia 1856
The sky was lit by the fierce power of the gods. Lightning struck and thunder roared. Two hooded figures looked upon a humble home. The screams of a mother giving birth were muffled by the strength of the storm. Inside the father crouched by the bedside, hands clasped together in devout prayer. The midwife looked on, sweat rolling down her brow.
"More cloth," she insisted.
The child was coming forth, and those present were uneasy. A child born. . .
Smiljan, Croatia 1856
The sky was lit by the fierce power of the gods. Lightning struck and thunder roared. Two hooded figures looked upon a humble home. The screams of a mother giving birth were muffled by the strength of the storm. Inside the father crouched by the bedside, hands clasped together in devout prayer. The midwife looked on, sweat rolling down her brow.
"More cloth," she insisted.
The child was coming forth, and those present were uneasy. A child born. . .
