5/5 ‘’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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