Marijana Knežić (@marijanaknezic)
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Baklava dućan 😎 One of my favorite Sarajevo moments. 😇 Original family recipes w
Baklava dućan 😎 One of my favorite Sarajevo moments. 😇 Original family recipes were first written in 1940s but they had been passed from one generation to another long before. #delicious#food#sweet#dessert#sarajevo#baklava#nuts#walnut#taste#discover#zhandarbaklava#storytelling#oldbutgold#heritage#oriental#past#present#future#original#enjoy#tasty#letsdoitagain#holidaymood#vacation#history#soulfood#moments#remember#baklavaducan#baklavashop
31.07.2018 09:56:13
Sadness. The only possible emotion I could feel entering this place, looking at
Sadness. The only possible emotion I could feel entering this place, looking at the exhibits... and reading the stories next to them. War... It's never "you" against "them". It's people against people. Crushing each other's hopes and dreams, leaving sorrow and tears behind. No religion, no territory and no political views are worth it and never will be. Live and let live, there are no second chances. Hope... it's on my mind while reflecting on what I experienced in this museum. Hope it will stop. Hope that one day I will wake up in a different world. Where tolerance and kindness won't let the history repeat itself in any part of the world. I can't fit all the stories of the most impressive exhibits for me, but long stories short: 1) "My brother's beret": My dad worked in the police department and had a beret like this. He brought the same for me and my brother. He also got him a children's military vest and took a photo of him in his "uniform". My brother would "play war" with his friends in the backyard. My brother died in that very backyard, where we used to play. 2) "I was a refugee, too": They were already shooting on the city... One night, dad came home and said: "Tomorrow we are going to the seaside!" I packed my suitcase. In the morning, we joined the convoy leaving the city. Men with black masks stopped the convoy. They held us hostage for three days. Would I ever see the city again? Two months later, I arrived in the Netherlands, where I have remained. All of my memories are in this suitcase. 3) "Emina's ball": One day, on his way home from the battlefield, my father found a ball and brought it back for me. It was my only new toy. That ball became the sensation of my street. When I couldn't go outside, I would toss the ball to my friends. My brother noticed this habit and decided to write my name on it. It brought us all together, especially my brother and me. My brother was killed a year later. Over time the ball has shrunk, and it's colors and inscription have faded. Yet my memories persist. #history#war#childhood#different#truestory#neveragain#memories#difficulttimes#darktimes#past#toys#museum#emotions#sadness#hope#future#90s
29.07.2018 14:19:22
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