Showing posts with label Bosnian Stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bosnian Stories. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Once, in Zepa
"...when Srebrenica fell, that automatically meant that Zepa would fall,” Palic said.
Death of a community, the fall of Zepa
The Serb army had just finished up their most recent killing spree in Srebrenica, as thousands - men, women, children, families and elders were fleeing for their lives from one village to another hoping to spare themselves the same fate. In a small village outside of the UN protected 'safe haven' of Srebrenica, some villagers took the road that led into the town of Žepa. There they were quickly repelled by the oncoming column of Serb soldiers entering the village from the other side. At the entrance to Žepa, in obvious danger the refugees fled to the hills, into the forest, to save themselves.
Caught a short time after, the women and children were put on buses and dropped off at the front lines. The survivors found their way to refugee camps in Bosnian held territory at Zenica.
The men and older boys were taken prisoner and brought to concentration camps in Serbia. July 25th, 1995.
Some survived and were liberated from those camps by the Red Cross, who then gave them safe passage as refugees to host countries around the world. In Denver, eight months after Dayton was signed, I was visiting one of the refugee ghetto's on Beeler Street and bore witness to stories of horror and pain. The stories, whispered in long sentences between terse puffs of cigarettes in broken English and halting Bosnian affected me deeply and I would never forget them.
In remembrance of friends and family now gone, and with respect to the Ramic family along with thousands of other people, like my parents and also my dearest grandparents who repatriated to countries, not their own and lived to bear witness. Lived to eventually reemerge victorious, if broken-hearted and create a new life for themselves and their families.
Conquerors over death and destruction. Refugees. Survivors.
Never Forget.
Peace.
"As in Srebrenica, Serb nationalist leaders offered to expel Muslim women and children from Zepa, but detain the men as "prisoners."Serb forces have blocked all attempts for aid workers to visit the Srebrenica men supposedly taken prisoner.
Serbs overran Zepa a few days after an emergency international conference called after Srebrenica was seized. The conference issued a warning to Serb nationalists that they faced serious consequences if they attacked the third "protected zone" of Gorazde. However, no mention was made of Zepa; the international community decided to write off the town -- and its 16,000 inhabitants -- as lost,despite a UN Security Council vote pledging to protect it. Gorazde is the sole remaining Bosnian enclave between the Serbian border and Sarajevo."
originally posted on SilvanaMondo 7/26/12
Sunday, July 7, 2013
On Bajram & Kismet
Summer
I have a friend. She is like my sister. Our grandfather's were very good friends too. They were born in the beginning of the 1900's in wild Bosnia, under Austro-Hungarian rulers and both their fathers owned large tracts of land. They were in business with the mills. Often, they worked together in the wild forests. They had different backgrounds but respected each other and by extension, each other's culture. Their friendship endured the two Great Wars and more. Hadji made his pilgrimage to Mecca, hence his name, and my grandfather, who was forced to leave Bosnia during the big war, ended up with his family, in Germany.
The summer of 1990 I went on my first visit to Bosnia with my grandparents. They came down every two years to take the baths, at the hot springs somewhere in Croatia and then went to their ancestral home in Central Bosnia. On this trip, I met Hadji, my grandfather's childhood friend, about whom I had often heard stories throughout the years. I also met his granddaughter, Suada and as it was, we got on right away. She was the youngest of five sisters and had a fashionable 90's hairstyle though like her older sisters, wore the traditional dimije of the countryside.
She and her sisters were shy with the exception of the oldest one, who had the most experience. Smoking cigarettes like they were going out of style, she laughed and told jokes and pressed me on every subject; married or not, kids, school - the whole litany. The sisters had clear, happy eyes the color of sky light. I could see they treated my grandparents like royalty throughout our visit. Given the history the two old men shared and the sacredness of Bosnian hospitality this was natural. Everything became even more special because it was also the first day of Bajram.
My grandparents and I left for Germany the next day and Suada and I promised to keep up our friendship. Unfortunately, not soon after that summer, in the spring of '92, the dark period came to Bosnia and we lost all communication. There was terrible fighting, all around my family's town too. We had no news for almost a year.
The rest are stories everyone knows. Soon it will be the anniversary of the concentrated horror that happened all over Bosnia; Omarska, Srebrenica, too many others.
No one knew anything about the old man or the grand daughters. Relatives living in Bosnia said things were different 'than before'. It was fierce for those who lived through the war. Regardless of which 'side', the lines were drawn. I lived in America, it seemed far away.
After Dayton, I asked about visiting our friends.
I went on a trip to see my grandparents in Munich and slipped into Bosnia via Zagreb. It was the longest and saddest bus ride of my life. I was going to Sarajevo, hoping to film and get some documentation for my book. I would visit the family in Central Bosnia on the way there. It was also important to me, to find out what happened to my friend Suada, Hadji's granddaughter. When I asked about her, everyone had tense, worried faces, their heads shaking.
Don't look for her. We haven't seen them in years. No one knows if they are alive. You don't know if there are mines on the road. You won't be welcomed. We had a war. It's too early. You don't understand.
I understood. The fighting and upheaval that had just ended a short two years before was still a terrifying ball of pain in everyone's stomach.
When I arrived at the bus station in Vitez, my gentle cousin told me to ask the unprofor soldiers or the police for information if I wanted to know. I naturally shrugged this suggestion off.
Arriving at the front gate of my grandmother's old house, from the road that leads into Sarajevo, I was greeted by my Bosnian family. The neighbors were hanging out of their windows, peering from behind doors. Off to the side by the shed there were three people delivering wood ordered for the coming winter.
After a decent time interval I began asking about Suada, trying to find someone who would give me information.
To no avail. I realized I was being annoying. And rude. We sat drinking coffee and rakija, exchanging pleasantries. I asked again.
Imperceptibly, a space opened and though nothing out of the ordinary happened to indicate a change, suddenly, she was right there.
My friend who I had been looking for all those years, was part of the crew delivering wood to my Auntie's house.
Quiet, as always, going about her business with the wood, Suada spoke up only after she heard me asking about her over and over again. As we hugged and laughed, time was suspended. It was magical and surreal, not to be questioned.
We had called each other through the unseen and been brought together again.
It could not have been any other moment but that one.
Sudbina, as my grandfather would say. Kismet.
August, 1997. Central Bosnia Hercegovina
originally posted 1/16/13
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Didn't I see you in Sarajevo?
Be the Change
A big protest was called for in Sarajevo, Bosnia on the 1st day of July. I got this information from Twitter and Facebook. Even after three weeks, most mainstream media hadn't picked up the story yet and best bets to find information were on Twitter. The protest seems to have developed organically from an original gathering on June 5th regarding a lag in the issuance of identification, or pin numbers. Temporarily, this group of baby-carriage toting mothers (and eventually other hundreds of ordinary but supportive citizens)surrounded the Parliament, complete with Parliamentarians inside and pushed their weight around a bit. They were angry, frustrated, fed up. Justifiably so, considering that Bosnians are treated like shit, very obviously taking the back seat to the Croatians, the Serbs and often, even the hate mongering rattlers in the neighboring canton, Republika Srpska who are routinely invited to the party, as if nothing had gone on, those long, 22 years ago.
Eyeing a great opportunity is not enough, action has to be taken. So it was that someone, somewhere convened under the #JMBG hashtag, promoted it through Social Media, got a few more thousand people excited, called for a non violent /’let’s show them who we are’ mash up and soon, a revolt, of sorts, was born. Similar to Bulgaria,Turkey and Brazil, there was a collective consciousness that moved people into the streets. It is not clear if there there is anyone person or tight group guiding anything at this stage of Bosnia’s nascent activism. No one at least, who was willing come out to stake a claim or take the lead at yesterday’s protests.
Unlike Bulgaria, where citizens are just not giving it up, the ‘official’ day of civil disobedience scheduled for yesterday in Sarajevo was a bit of a flop. Someone lamented on Twitter that, no real goal was attained, a golden moment possibly wasted.
Truth. There were the 15 people in front of the UN HQ in New York, holding up signs in solidarity which was posted online. Then, of course, the adorable underwater divers carrying JMBG cards, the video of the lone plane that dropped a case load of flyers onto the city, letting people know to ‘come on down’!, the hundreds of well wishers from St. Louis to Korea who posted on FB and more. There was support.
But.
Where was everybody else?
The original ‘up to ten thousand’ from the 11th of June?
The famous Sarajilje….. We saw you there, right?
Call me a crazy romantic. I believe in you. Make it happen Bosnia.
Monday, July 1, 2013
Bosnian Protests Continue
Bosnian Protests Continue
Bosnian protests against corruption, stalemate and elitist politicians continues today as a statement to their politicians and to the world. No more! You're fired!
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Scanning the news out of Bosnia and Herzegovina on Twitter since this morning, where massive protests were called for on July 1st in Sarajevo by the grassroots#JMBG organizers
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Građani međunarodnoj zajednici: Otkažite sve službene posjete BiH
Građani u pismu podsjećaju da su njihovi zahtjevi usmjereni na hitno donošenje pravnog okvira za upis novorođene djece u matične knjige, ... -
Thousands came out to declare that they are fed up with a government that does not work for it's people
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The whole month has been leading up to this projected turn out. Yesterday saw a cadre of young people organized in groups to discuss their future and the future of protest and activism in Bosnia using Social Media to gather people, ideas, opinions.
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Supporters of Bosnia's Baby Revolution come together on Social Media Day to "hashmob" the political elite #JMBG #SMday
For the next 30 minutes, anything you post on Facebook with the hashtag #JMBG will be formally presented to Bosnia's main political parti... -
Twitter & Facebook has been bustling with people sending in pictures of themselves, friends, family declaring support for the protests in Sarajevo today and tonight. Other parts of Bosnia created their own but many came to the capital with the occasional group from the RS entity chiming in via Facebook.
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According to the Sarajevo Times, Bosnian protesters are demanding that in addition to a swift resolution to the JMBG amendment lingering in Parliament, that a fund be created for sick children culled from a reduction in parliamentary salaries. Whether this suggestion will be heeded or not is anyone's guess.
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Mass JMBG Protests in Sarajevo: 'Go Out and Fire Them'
By: Nevena Šarenac On the square in front of the BiH institution buildings in Sarajevo, a mass protest was organized today by citizens, w... -
In the meantime the thousands of people that streamed into Sarajevo today from as far away as Belgium were not nearly the ten thousand that were reported in the streets earlier last week.
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'Baby-lution' Protest Continues In Sarajevo
Thousands of people have protested in Sarajevo against the failure of authorities to pass legislation that would allow newborns to get ac... -
It's evening in Bosnian now, and there has been heightened awareness from international media outlets now reporting today's demonstrations . Aljazeera Balkans, covering the addition of Croatia into the EU for most of the weekend, today published the #JMBG logo on their digital magazine front page which was taken as a sign of positive recognition from one of the foremost media outlets.
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The intent of the protesters is obviously to keep up the pressure, to get recognition for the plight of millions of Bosnians who feel they have been stuck in a rut for the last twenty years.
Friday, June 28, 2013
Bosnia - What's Going Down?
Yesterday an iconic 60's protest song came on the car radio as I was formulating this second post about the current protests in Bosnia. The intro and chorus is well known
'I think it's time we stop, children - what's that sound? Everybody look what's going down'...
and is totally infectious. I sang along and thought about how fitting this song is for the current #occupy/protest movements around the globe.
Along with Bulgaria, Turkey, Brazil and other countries - Bosnians are in the streets emphatically showing that they are fed up. Ultimately, they plan to 'fire' their politicians for not doing their job.
I love how things have turned into a sort of family picnic gone ballistic, though thankfully all involved are coherent and are dedicated to non violent civil disobedience. No one knows better than the Bosnians how quickly events can escalate to full blown conflict.
The initial complaint on the 5th of June saw a few hundred people gathering to protest the implementation of a long overdue legislation amendment regarding identification numbers for newborns. The safety of Bosnian children became the motivator and the protests swelled into the streets. The Baby-lution moniker was born.
Since then, thousands more, often families, have come to the streets every day to declare their dissatisfaction with the elitist officials running the country. They stand, they eat, they hold up signs, they make music. They are together.
Years of psych games played by fear mongers on a population still working through the trauma of of unspeakable crimes committed on civilians has taken it's toll. Corrupt politicians have been using institutionalized ethnic division as a tool to keep the 'status quo'. That has kept an insular elitist structure in place for twenty years.
In the last three weeks, the hopelessness has been supplanted. There are 'lines being drawn' and ultimatums have been posed.
Just two nights ago it was rumored that police from the opposition were checking out social media sites to single out 'instigators' in order to charge them. The infamous dark Bosnian humor showed it's face on Twitter in response.
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| Sarajevo 6/18 JMBG website |
Nothing this big has happened since Dayton and though everyone is aware that the true test will come with the official elections in 2014, one imagines that the politicians must be nervous.
So, what now?
JMBG, the most visible grassroots organization has given lawmakers till July 1st to come up with a solution. That is three days away.
Will they listen?
We will see on Monday, when Bosnians stand together - against years of terrorization, corruption and institutionalized provocation - in the that hope someone will hear the sound of the song they are singing.
'A thousand people in the street, singing songs and carrying signs Mostly saying, "hooray for our side"
Rise Against - For What it's Worth
Monday, June 17, 2013
Bosnian Jewry
Amazing history found on this website . Stephanie Comfort is a collector of postcards and has one of the largest collections in the world, specifically relating to Jewish heritage. I am completely fascinated and will post a few pictures below of Balkan Jewish life.
I used this picture in one of my culture installations at the Governor's Residence last year. The Jewish community prospered in Bosnia, living side by side with their Bosnian Muslim neighbors, as one of the largest European centers for Sephardi Jewry outside of Spain. Until 1944 there were roughly 20 thousand Jewish people living in Bosnia, mainly in cities.
There are some other pictures of Jews in the South Slavic areas like this picture from Macedonia
and this portrait
Fascinating reading too, while looking for pictures I read for hours. One interview was with Ivan Ceresnjes chairman of the Jewish Community during the last war and Jakob Finci present day Community representative and Ambassador to Switzerland.
La Benevolencija
International Forum Bosnia/Sarajevo
Stephanie Comfort
I used this picture in one of my culture installations at the Governor's Residence last year. The Jewish community prospered in Bosnia, living side by side with their Bosnian Muslim neighbors, as one of the largest European centers for Sephardi Jewry outside of Spain. Until 1944 there were roughly 20 thousand Jewish people living in Bosnia, mainly in cities.
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| Bosnian Jewess |
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| Jewish men in Macedonia |
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| Macedonian Man |
La Benevolencija
International Forum Bosnia/Sarajevo
Stephanie Comfort
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Bosnia Awakens
I saw the first mention of protests in Sarajevo last Wednesday via an online Bosnian newspaper. My heart beat faster as I read about a relatively small incident of protest in downtown Sarajevo, because my heart knows that anything blown out of proportion in the Balkans, especially in Bosnia could potentially lead to gruesome results. That, at least is the fear. What was the whole thing about, I wondered and quickly looked it up to find a few basic answers. I posted on Twitter and Facebook. Not many people I knew where talking about it at all.
Bosnia's next generation, a sort of sleeping baby Hulk, has been kept complacent by the poisonous rhetoric of 'ethnic hatred' and had not yet shown signs of anger, had yet to move, to act.
About anything.
Protesting seemed to lead to bad consequences in Bosnia, I had to wonder if a spark like this would once again put everyone in grave danger. Yet, - I felt excitement, happiness almost. I fantasized calling my friends to say I was on my way.
The Twitter hashtag #JMBG emerged to identify what it was all about, namely the "jedinstveni matični broj građana", the number assigned to individual citizens to identify their person and place of birth.
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| Bebolucijia |
Like Istanbul the week before and the various similar #Occupy movements that set precedence around the world, Sarajevo protesters met on a relatively small platform initially. Once the first step was taken though, the sleeping giant awakened. The realization that in numbers change could be made took over in a giddy, if cautious momentum forward
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Four days later thousands stood together in downtown Sarajevo and demanded, albeit peacefully, that a resolution be found immediately regarding the ID numbers. The more organized and cohesive the protest the clearer the mantra: 'Do your Job', suggesting that the political representatives do the work they were elected to do. The police were called and came. Some goons from the Republika Srpska tried to pawn off the blockade of the Parliament building on that first day as an ethnically motivated plot to intimidate the Serbian politicians of the group. People were outraged. Even more students and young people from all over Bosnia threw in their support and staged similar non-violent protests in a dozen other cities around the country, including the RS itself.
Suddenly, Bosnian citizens, who find themselves living in a country that is badly compromised by the memory of conflict, unresolved war crimes and a forced division stemming from the disastrous Dayton Accord, seemed to have awakened from their slumber like state.
Emboldened, the streets filled up. Largely aided by postings and updates on Twitter and Facebook showing endorsements from as far away as Chicago and the Congo, the drum beat went on. Even Belgrade and Banja Luka sent messages that they were in solidarity. Sarajevo youth became alive with purpose.
My heart goes out to the peaceful protesters of Bosnia.
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