It was supposed to be no more ...
NO MORE SREBRENICA … I could easily say „I heard that song before”. The scenario of manslaughter and genocide repeats, constantly, ruthlessly. I read newspapers, I look at lines, at clusters of words, I read with understanding, yet what is written, though, hardly meets my head. Then I read between the lines, analyse. Fault, again! What emerges is beyond my capacity. Am I too dull? What is wrong with me? I'm asking myself. Syria, Israel, Gaza and Ukraine – three the most hot topics, it overwhelms breaking news. I got it, still, the world did not learn its lesson, never-ending war crimes seem to be unstoppable, hatred and rage became predominant. When Yugoslavia eased to exist, the war broke out, Europe was awoken, suddenly everyone bliked an eye or two and exclaimed „There's a war out there!” - and there was – a horrid, unprecedented conflict, the most bloody, the most serious and the most fatal after the Second World War. Slovenia, Croatia, BiH – and then Kosovo –...