3/3 ”When we arrived, another aunt who lived there picked us up and brought us to an apartment. I remember finally having access again to electricity, bread, hot water, and food. In the following weeks, we dreaded waiting for somebody to bring news if my father was alive or not. There were rumours that men were being killed. I was only ten, yet I realized very well that there was a chance that my father wouldn’t come back. We waited for seven days when suddenly we got a phone call. My sister and I couldn’t understand what was being said on the other side of the line, but when we saw our mother smile, we knew that my father had made it. When my father arrived, we were all very emotional, it’s difficult to put it into words. He lost a lot of weight, he was hungry and tired, but when he saw us, he smiled. After I hugged him, he pulled out of his pocket a magnifying glass that I had given him during our separation. We kept waiting for my uncle to come back, but he didn’t. His remains have not been found as yet. We still have these knitting needles he made. To this day, I have not been back to Srebrenica. My father invited me to walk the same route through the forest as he did 25 years ago, but I am not ready.”

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(4/4) "Years later, we found out, through a reconstruction based on stories from different people, that Sadif was seen carrying Enesa through the forest while she was already dead. People had told him to leave her body behind. Sadif had told them that he wouldn’t...

(3/4) "Years went by without any information about what happened to Enesa and Sadif. My mom had put the set of bed sheets in a plastic cover under her bed. Once in a while, she would take them out of the cover to wash them. Sometimes she would sew a flower on it....

(2/4) ''Days went by and we didn’t hear from Enesa and Sadif. Every day new refugees came in from Srebrenica. My mother and I would go to the refugee camps and ask people if they had seen Enesa and Sadif. We would show them pictures but nobody recognized them. Every...