Josipa is among them.

Here is the exact center of the fields of heaven. Here is the source.

“Be silent”, he says through gritted teeth. “You are dead. Lie here and do not move until we are gone.”

“Rest a little, for you still have far to travel.”

Tears springing to her eyes, she whispers, “Are you from Rajska Polja?”

with a wild look in her eyes

He has flown away into the sky.

Of course they know each other, of course—as no other souls on earth know each other. This, above all other truths, must remain unspoken.

“You are free men. But to remain free you must work hard.”