Srebrenica Memorial Background Post
It’s been a long couple of weeks, my email box full of attachments and links related to Srebrenica. My post to Alma Ferovic’s Srebrenica video has been one of the top posts in this blog regularly this month. My stats keep leading me to Bosnian forums and chatrooms with links to the post.
Reminders of Srebrenica, I do not need. The images of the world standing by and doing nothing are forever burned into my mind. The mere thought of Srebrenica and my heart literally aches.
I’ll always remember Srebrenica. I’ll always remember the Bosnian war and the horrors that I watched daily on the television. I’ll always remember the hopelessness of not being able to do anything beyond protests and writting out checks that went towards humanitarian aide. I’ll always remember the guilt that I felt being safe and secure while friends and family suffered god knows what horrors.
That’s me though, that’s normal. I’ve stated that I’m American by birth and Bosnian by blood but I’m more than just Bosnian by blood .. I’m Bosnian by nature. Those of you that regularly visit however are not Bosnian and I have been racking my brain for the past week wondering what I would write on Srebrenica. I never really could think of what to write. I considered asking my fellow bloggers to commemorate July 11, 2007 with their own post to the Srebrenica massacre so that I could compile a list of articles so that my recent Bosnian visitors would know that while we forgot them one too many times, that we would not forget them again. However, the idea came too late and attempting such at such a late hour would surely bring disappointment. It was today upon my Srebrenica search in which I thought to link you to a blog that I feel documents the Srebrenica massacre with detail and credible sources that I ran accross a name. I ran accross a name that I recognized. That same name had a picture alongside it and I wasn’t certain. It couldn’t be. Could it?
Hasan Nuhanovic. Hasko! Gone are the long locks he sported back in 1987 but sure enough, it is Hasko. Hasko, as we called him in our youth was part of the group that I hung with during one of my last visits to Bosnia before the war. We often, the group of us, used to hang out at cafe “Hit” and the hotel “Panorama” restaurant in Vlasenica. It was one of the best summers I had spent there and one of the hardest to remember.
It was that year that we were seeing off the guys of our group to the army. Near every weekend there was a party for one as he headed off for mandatory service. After that the group was just not the same and I would marry shortly after. Only to return again to Vlasenica to make a short pitstop last summer to see my grandmother’s home and to experience first hand serb hostility. Gone was the warmth that Vlasenica once radiated. Gone were the familiar happy faces that once passed. Somehow the town was replaced by a stone cold silence. The faces matched the gloomy day upon which we had arrived and not a one recognizable.
Hasko’s story is in a post of it’s own, you can find it here.