From far away, through the sights of a sniper, they would look like Muslims, Serbs or Croats to somebody, but I approached them face to face, I saw them clearly, and trust me… They were just people…
Like Machiavelli would say, little Jovana was five months old, and I was prepared to write even "I saw Feldmarshall Goring three times", just to slip away from the barracks for two days and see my little girl and her beautiful mother.
While we were growing up, the biggest insult for us was when dark emigrant forces called our homeland an unnatural, artificial creation. When we grew up, the biggest insult for us was when we realised that was true.