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Two countries, in fact, waging an ancient war – the war of their ancestors. But they were long gone and buried; along with the pride of their nations.
Young and hopeful children, bred to hate.
Shocked by the events, Melanija won't speak anymore.
A husky man appeared and embraced her.
It was the grave coal eyes that stopped her.
The briskness inside him subsided and he returned to his nurturing disposition, comforting her.
And so, today, the sun is falling and I tell the story.
They walked holding hands to their secluded home; past the hills on a sunflower route. That particular day, they happened to have deadly timing.
“No Serbs on our soil,” the man and his accomplices scowled. He continued, “Hear this, give me your lady and keep your life.”
The father led the girl away despite the foe's taunts. That was when it happened.
Everyone heard the piercing bolt but Melanija turned just in time to see the men running back and hear the thud of her father's hefty body.
She can't voice her own story, one of many here in the beautiful, bloody Balkans.
A husky man appeared and embraced her.
“Tata, Mama is never coming back. It's all my fault – I didn't care for her. She was ill, I never- ”
And so, today, the sun is falling and I tell the story.
A husky man appeared and embraced her.
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