Today is my son’s birthday and Easter celebrations are ramping up for the weekend. The sun is shining, spring has sprung and everyone is in a jovial mood around here. In fact, I was just about to start icing the Titanic but a glance at a friends page on Facebook hit home the realities of the world and our past.
My friend is from the city of Sarajevo. She often tells me stories of her life there, before and during the war. I’ve seen photos of its beauty and often wish I could walk the streets with her. For her, though, going back now is not the same. There are too many memories of war, death, and hard times. Not to mention that everything has changed. It looks the same, but she tells me it feels completely different. I may never know her nightmare but some days I can hear it in her voice and see it in her eyes.
Twenty years ago today, the siege on the city began and the conflict lasted for three more years. All tolled, 11,541 people lost their lives in the siege, and today, along the streets of the city a memorial has been place. The same number of red chairs as souls lost sit, row upon row, reminding us of the ravages of war. Why do we keep doing this to ourselves? Why does it never stop?
For a video account see:
Sarajevo Marks 20th Anniversary of Beginning of Siege