Bosnia, August 18, 1995. It's around 9 a clock in the mourning. Another beautiful summer day and sun is already out shining like never did before. It shines that much I can fill how my forehead is burning from his rays. Sky is clear blue, crystal. There is no a single cloud in the sky, except few white tracks that F - 117 made earlier this mourning. The only thing that surprises me were bomb sounds from the city next to mine, I don't hear them anymore. Look like a war is over. Usually they start to fight around seven a clock in the mourning, for past year and so. But wasn't like that anymore. I felt so happy that day, everything is just perfect. Even the trees are so green and happy, looks

like they are trying to tell me that through a small wind which shakes them gently.

Around ten minutes past. I don't hear explosions around, not even small ones. Couple older people already left basement to go check what is going on outside, and if anyone is heart in neighborhood. This was just a little part of city that had only around hundred or a hundred and twenty people. My mom asked Mrs. Stojic is she can use a phone to contact my father at work, but she realized that there was no signal to call. She knows that something is bad going on in city and she starts crying. Some old lady was telling her that she doesn't have to worry about daddy that he will be all right. But that wasn't good enough for her to stop. And she start telling some old story that happened in World War II, and how everything was so quiet and how birds disappeared along with other animals just few days before they are chased away by Nazi. By the time she was telling a story Mrs. Stojic brought glass of water and give to my mother. We staid there for good thirty minutes or maybe even more.

I am standing on my balcony, waiting for my mom so we can go grocery shopping. Standing there for quite a while was very enjoyable, which usually doesn't sounds like me (I can't be still in one place for a single second). But there was something missing in whole picture that I enjoy in that moment, just I wasn't sure what that is. Mom come out and asked me if I am

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