some wounds heal.
some wounds heal leaving unforgettable scar.
some wounds never heal.
today is a very sad day.
i was 13 when the unthinkable started. the terrorist ‘jugoslav’ army, which i used to admire as a young pionir, turned into our worst night mare when they turned their weapons on civilians. during 87 days of siege they wished to erase the spirit of Vukovar.
i remember crying a lot and often. i remember my new friends that have spent months in a basement due to bombing. i remember people becoming more and more silent…
time for being just a kid was over. teenage years vanished. life, as we all knew it evaporated in a second. nothing will ever be the same.
i started to draw in this period, desperately needing a world to hide in, a world where i can see some light.
massacre…who would have ever thought, who would have ever thought, who would have ever thought…
today, i’m very sad.