April 5th, 1992 – just 3 days after I turned 6… I remember this day like it was yesterday. I had spaghetti for dinner that night. I remember my parents watching the news and having a frantic conversation. I asked my mom what was wrong and she said don’t worry about it as she tucked me and my almost 2 year old sister into bed. I felt uneasy because the sound of her voice that night was not the same comforting voice she always used when she put us to bed. Somehow I fell asleep anyway.
A couple of hours later I was woken up by sounds I had never heard before. My mother rushed into the room grabbed my sister and told me to run. I was confused, stunned, I couldn’t move. She yelled at me and I finally started running. We ran across our beautiful garden, the one full of beautiful roses that my mother tended to daily. I looked up and saw what looked like fire works but were instead bombs falling all over our beautiful neighborhood. That beautiful garden. We managed to make it to our neighbors basement where we would take cover for the next month or so. It seemed like forever. This was the start of the Sarajevo siege that lasted nearly 4 years. [read more]