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The only way out from the city was through the mountains. Crossing Mount Igman was a lottery because the Serbs were bombing it all the time. Ismet found a place for me and Amar in the cab of a fuel-tanker. He was to stay behind and defend our country. I was very proud of him. But there was no room for my mother, who planned to join us at the next available opportunity. I cried because I did not know if I would ever see her again. I will never forget Amar’s little hands around Ismet and his scared eyes. Ismet tried to put on a brave face to hide his emotions. We embraced and he managed to say, "take care". We were lucky that our journey was peaceful, but it took fifteen hours to reach the Croatian border. For two months we stayed relatives in Croatia in a flat full of refugees, until my mother managed to leave Sarajevo and join us. |
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