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the moral of the story

One of my good friends was born and raised in Sarajevo. Before the war came her mother (a cynic by nature) urged her husband to sell their flat, take the children and move to Belgrade. But her husband (an idealist) didn’t think there would BE a war, and if there was any conflict that it [...]

requiem for my grandmother

great-grandparents

Grief Stories Are The Only Stories Here

Z: How was your seminar today?
N:It was good. A bit intense. All about childhood bereavement and how we can bring up death in therapy with children.
Z: Perhaps you could just hand them a balloon on which it’s written “Your Mum’s Dead”.
Death was something that shaped the fabric of my family long before my father had [...]

Protected: History

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Neizdrz

When I was small I made up a word and it has since become part of the family vocabulary.
The word was Neizdrz (neh-is-duh-rh-zh roughly, although english doenst contain all the right phonemes)it was short for Neizdrzivo (a serb word meaning unberable). Neizdrz stood for unberable desire, in my case to see someone, to hug them.
Apparently [...]