AUTHOR: MIRJANA TRIFKOVIĆ When someone asks me where I am from, I only smile and tell them the place where I am currently living, which is easier. I guess that from a very early age on I learned not to get attached to cities, only to people, and there were many of both of them. When the war started, I […]

In this city, people are able to say a lot with just a few words. Sometimes they do not even need words. Sarajevo quietly tells its stories, about people that have a soul. ***** My father was a craftsman, a master craftsman. He had a radio and TV repair shop at the OZ passageway in Titova street. Next to my […]

If anyone ever had any doubts at all, things are now more than clear: the rehabilitation of Chetniks, the introduction of Dražo Mihailović in school textbooks, where he – as an ‘anti-fascist’ – shares a page with Josip Broz Tito on equal terms, the rehabilitation of the slaughterer Nikola Kalabić, the ongoing process or rehabilitation of the quisling Milan Nedić, […]

I was five years old when the war started. I do not remember the images, they are clear, but intermittent. Even today, twenty-two years after the end of the war in Bosnia and Herzegovina, I am unable to put them together in a single whole. I remember that immediately before the war I was supposed to start going to swimming […]

On a strange day, someone decided to start a war in Sarajevo. Consciously or unconsciously, this changed the fate of all of us who had been born and were living there and nobody asked us about the type of life that we would like to have. The very same Sarajevo that was a cradle of emotions, differences, cultures and warmth […]

Dževad Koldžić saw his mother for the last time on October 22, 1992. She was hijacked on that day on the way to work to Priboj from the bus that crossed the territory of Bosnia and Herzegovina. In Mioče, members of the paramilitary formation ”Avengers”, lead by Milan Lukić, took her and 15 men off the bus. They took them […]

Does it penetrate into the human consciousness that when a big war happens, it is always followed by smaller wars? Does the Albanian people ever pause and think that after seeing the blood flooding the alley of horror at the Reçak Massacre, after having been a target of war from another state, after many similar other scenarios, that it went […]

During the month of July 2017, we had the opportunity to attend a summer school unlike any other neither of us had attended before. The summer school brought together 20 teenagers from ex-Yugoslavian countries, all of whom had the opportunity to learn about the region’s history from different perspectives. The summer school was named “Challenge History”, and it not only […]

Monument-related practice in post-conflict societies and countries is an indispensable part of the analysis of the process of ”facing the past”. The policy of memorialisation makes it possible, to a certain degree, to determine up to what extent a certain society faced its own past and decided what will be part of the collective and public remembrance, and what will […]

The times were the way they were – there was fear, anarchy, destruction. I hid Tito in the basement. If I hadn’t done that, they would have destroyed him or melted him. One does not know what is worse. These are paraphrased sentences (except for the authentic one about the statue: ”I hid Tito”) of a person working at the […]

Coping with stressful events, those psychological imprints, could mean coping with one’s own future. If we consider ourselves victims of negative past experiences, we can look at our future in a depressive and agonizing way, and vice versa. However, the biggest ”natural gift” that has been given to humanity is their (our) freedom to choose between various alternatives. Hence, we […]

I was a child when the war happened in Kosovo. Inside my eyes of a child, I hold three crystal-clear memories. Our window overlooked a neighborhood where Serbian forces were deporting people and were breaking the main doors of apartment buildings. There are three families huddling together inside a room where the candle is hidden under the table so it […]