I was the second grade of elementary school when it all started. I know that at that time I did not even know whether we were Serbs or Croats and that I asked my mom who we were. I am an optimist, I always think it will be better tomorrow, even though life did not spare me from my eighth year, when the war began, and then everything my family had lost in the village of Varivode, in Dalmatia.
My brothers and me were on vacation with my uncle in Obrenovac during action “Storm” in 1995, and we were lucky not to be on a tractor in a refugee column. My parents were not that lucky, and today I remember the tears of my mother when she arrived in Obrenovac and told her: “Grahovo went down, we have no return”. Now I live and work in Belgrade, I’m still fighting because my husband recently died in 35 years, after a serious illness. I hope to open my hairdresser or shop one day and I want my children never to have a war.
Milena, 32 years old, from Croatia