4/5 ”In 2008, I received a phone call that Abdulah’s body had been found. Thirty percent of his remains were found in a town called Zvornik. They made a reconstruction and told us that Abdulah had been shot. We had been waiting for so many years that we decided to bury him and not to wait until the rest of his remains were found. In 2010, my uncle Redzo was found, and we buried him next to Abdulah. Fatima never spoke of what happened until earlier this year, when she wrote me a letter in which she described her memories. In the letter, she explains that in the factory, Dutch soldiers went around with a piece of paper, asking every boy older than 15 to write down his name. Fatima and Abdulah were debating whether or not it was a good idea to write down his name. He was the second-last person to write down his name. On the list, there were 239 names of boys and men. A Dutch commander signed the list. When they got out of the factory, these boys and men were separated from the others, and they had to stay. Fatima describes getting on the bus and looking Abdulah in the eyes one last time. They both knew he was going to die. She says that she still can’t forgive herself for not doing anything. In February 2020 I went to the old factory, which is now a museum, as a translator with a group of students. While the students were going through the museum, I sat down. On the table, there was a file with some documents. I randomly scrolled through the pages, and I saw it was a list of names. When I turned to the last page, I saw the second-last name on the list. It was my brother’s full name and year of birth: SalihovicAbdulah – 1977.”

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