Had Things, Lost Things, Needed Things, Found Some Things

Being back in the states for almost a week, I’m still trying to figure out what I truly think about my experience in Bosnia. The first 24 hours I was back in the states, I noticed that I was explaining what I did in Bosnia. And I felt myself tear ...

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Back in Sarajevo- Reflections and Concerns

After 6 days of relative relaxation while visiting friends in Dubrovnik, I’m back at Hotel Kovaci in Sarajevo. Its as if nothing has changed, and simultaneously everything has changed. None of our cohort is here, so I am reflecting alone. As I type I can hear the last call to ...

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Reflecting

What a whirlwind the past two weeks have been. I will never forget my visit! Bosnia is beautiful. I have never seen so many stunning gardens or rivers run so clear. In fact, on that note, an unexpected highlight of my visit was the amount of clear, clean water that ...

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Thoughts

Here…in this lifetime… her story …about her sons and husband touched my soul. I can’t believe this happened to her. She lives all by her self in this house all alone Because of a stupid war that killed her sons and husband. Everything was a symbol to me. The house ...

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The End.

This trip is medicine for the world. The world is so small and yet so big. Learning about strength and how survivors live their lives is priceless.  How can we have peace if our past hunting us? These people lost everything and most people can’t even handle the pressures of ...

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“Never Again,” Again and Again

A year after the international community said “never again” in response to the Rwandan genocide, more than 8,00 Muslim men and boys were systemically murdered in and around Srebenica, eastern Bosnia. The killings carried out by the Serbian Army took place in the first ever UN safe zone, and were ...

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Bosnia And I

I grew up in Jackson MS. All my life I grew up with one race. (African American) I grew up with the hip-hop culture. My High school was 98 percent African-American. Then I went to MS State where all the races majority of the time only interacted with themselves. Moving ...

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the faces of genocide

Our time spent in Tuzla & Srebrenica was relatively short but left me with an immense amount of information and emotion that I suspect will last –and haunt– me for a lifetime. One of the primary reasons I wanted to take this course was because it seemed like it might ...

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Hasan. Saliha. Nura. Nedzad. Ramiz.

I have been sitting here trying to find the right words to eloquently describe what I have experienced these past few days but everything I write doesn’t seem to be good enough. All that was asked of us from the survivors was to spread the stories of those that survived ...

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the beauty in detours

Almost a week into our trip, and I still feel as though I don’t know quite what to expect from each day here. The twists and turns on the roads we’ve traveled seem akin to our daily routines, or sometimes lack there of! There seem to be surprising factors abound ...

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