My name is Vesna and I want to share a story.  I was 17 when the aggression started in my home. The so-called "Angel of Mercy" was burning Serbia almost 100 days.  I remember my dad out of the house after he listened to the news and said all in fear " it began."  I was too young to understand what this means .. One night we heard the gruesome crash and the earth shook like a earthquake,  volume 3, we saw a red sky .. then again  .. house shook, my house where I grew up.  My dad covered me in the case that windows tours and cut as down.  We stood
in the middle of the yard because it was safer that way and we all had a great big hug  ... mom, dad, sister and me .. I started screaming and I remember the sister slapped me several times that I would not lose consciousness in panic.  Of course that we partially forgiven but whether we forget ?  We do not know.  I only pray that it never happens again.