My Sarajevo, the “hart” of Europe was bleeding cruelly for a five years in a unjust war, that lot of “ people” called religious, unresolved historical conflict, Multiethnical, Civil… All those names were just to justify raping, slaughtering, killing, and very vivid nouns such as mass-graves, concentration camps, and “rivers” of people on muddy roads. And before, Sarajevo was my pride, big cool brother, best friend, teddy bear that knew all my little problems, and dried …showed first 75 words of 540 total…

…showed last 75 words of 540 total…for the world peace. Worst of all it was the war against bosnian-children’s dreams, hopes and wishes. I am still trying to collect scattered pieces of myself , scattered with a one shell that massacred two hundred people, waiting in a line for water. But I am not the only one that bleeds, there is almost million Bosnians like me, scattered around the world hoping and praying that everything will be, like it was before.