Too close

I’ve seen a woman wrapped in an expensive  fur coat  searching with anxiety something to eat among a pile of ruins after a bombing in Mostar, (Bosnia Herzegovina).

I have seen a public park turned in a cemetery, because it was too dangerous to go out of the city to bury the dead and there was no more places available.

I have seen kids  without parents and without appropriate clothes, wandering around on the snow and ice in Croatia.

Country houses blown up from inside with gas explosions by the guerrillas, to make them unable to shelter  anybody, the walls completely burnt, the buildings without roof.

I have seen fields  abandoned because they where full of mines, and people hungry. It was impossible to crop because of the explosives hidden under the soil. And so many dead people or traumatized for the rest of their life.

I have seen the war too close.

It was 25 years ago, but I can see things don’t change too much, only for worse.

Yes, I have seen the war too close. Not so close like those who are suffering right now in their flesh the horror in other parts of the planet, but close enough to imagine what they are suffering  and try to help them.

Devastation

Author: Olga Brajnović

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