Registered: Mar 2004
Originally posted by AlrightSir
Wow. I'm glad you made it out of that place. We used to travel through Doboj around 1996/97 when we travelled to South Croatia during the summer and although I was quite young I still remember the disaster that area was. Buildings fallen, gunmarks on the remaining walls, people living in tents. Not just Sarajevo was demolished but all the small villages too. It took a lot of years, nearly 15 to make it back to what it was - when you travel through Bosnia you see a pretty charming nice country but it was nothing like that a few years ago. From 1996 we travelled through that area every year and we saw the rebuilding. I felt so sad. It was devastating to see what war does to a beautiful country with beautiful people and assures you that you NEVER want to support war.
And your mother is an amazing woman. That's how everybody should be raised. I always get mad people raving about migrants escaping from Syria, giving them nothing but hate from their pretty living room, warm dinner and hot shower. Most people just can't imagine how it must feel for anyone who has to leave their homes and move tons of kilometers away to be able to live a life without bombs falling on your roof. I'm sorry you had to do all of this when you were young but I'm glad your family were okay at the end. What happened with your dad?
Yeah. Wasn't Doboj the most damaged part? I remember the first time going back to Bosnia (was like 1998 when we had got the residence permit) and seeing all those buildings and the people on the streets still. I was little then but all I kept thinking was can we bring them with us back home, they will be much happier. And we visited every year/every other year since and I remember I felt worse and worse being there. Not because I couldn't help them, but because I had a better life and not them. Why me. Why not them. I loved hanging out with my family and seeing them, but I hated being there seeing people suffering. It made me feel bad about myself. It still does. I only go back to see them, not because I like the nature/country/whatever.
My mom is amazing. We've had our extremely rough moments but looking back now I think she's been a wonderful mother most of the time and she knows I this It wasn't until like a year ago she told me everything that happened in Croatia and how we made it to Sweden. It wasn't just to "go" it was a hell loads of paper work and stuff she had to do and people she had to talk to. And those sleepless nights wondering about my dad, if he was alive or not. Crazy.
Uhm, about my dad. At first he refused to join the war because he was like a hippie all peace and love and alcohol lol, then he ended up in a prison because he refused (everyone that refused ended up there), then he was in the war for months because after prison they were forced to go into war. I haven't really asked much about it. I'm sure he'd tell me everything if I asked but I feel like maybe I don't need to know everything. However, somehow he found out where we were, I think through his cousin, and then when it was "over" he came to us in Croatia and we got his passport sorted too so we could move to Sweden My dad is amazing but he's very special. Like I can't explain it. He's just different, very stubborn, sometimes difficult, but sooooooooo empathic, genuine and sweet.
Sorry guys for the long long stories and for ruining this thread
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