Semra Efendic

June 6, 2017

” In july 1995, I was 3 months old when the serbs started out their ethnic cleansing in an enclave near Srebernica that was supposed to be protected by the blue helmets. I was in the bus going there, crying in my mother’s arm, when a soldier pointed a gun towards us threatening to kill us if I didn’t quit crying. Almost miraculously, I stopped and saved our lives. Now 21 years old, my family and I are American refugees. I hadn’t been back to Bosnia in 16 years and it’s first time I go on the graves of my male siblings. Most of them perished in the massacre. “