…but there are some amazing people in this world too. Let me tell you.
As you can imagine, the news about Tomašica mass grave in Prijedor is hitting me hard. Not just me, but every other Bosnian I know and come in contact with too. Tomašica is bringing back some horrible memories, so in order to keep sane, I, sometimes, force myself to think of the good things that happened to me in those troubled times and I’d like to share two of those experiences with you today. Plus, a friend suggested I should start a blog, so let’s give it a try.
The day I left Prijedor was August 21, 1992. I was in a convoy from which the Serb army took out over 250 men and boys, killing them in a place called Koričanske Stijene on Mount Vlašić. The rest of us were taken to the other side of the mountain and thrown onto the field of mines. We survived, obviously… (Read Remember Me).