Jasmin Jusuf Jusufović
At dawn, that July 8th, it was thundering somewhere in the woods loud enough to wake us. That is when I moved to my shelter,
08/07/2020
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At dawn, that July 8th, it was thundering somewhere in the woods loud enough to wake us. That is when I moved to my shelter,
“My brother, Amel Hodžić (left) and me (right) before the war, circa 1991. Maybe the last photo with two of us together.” My name is
The story of this watch is very dear to me. This watch belonged to my beloved grandfather, Suljo Salko Jahić. He was not just my
The name Srebrenica has become synonymous with those dark days in July 1995 when, in the first ever United Nations declared safe area, thousands of men and boys were systematically murdered and buried in mass graves.
