Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Lost Generation, deel 1 ...How it is being from ex-Yugoslavia?..





Maja, I know how you feel.
When people ask me where I am from, I would also rather answer " I am a human being".
A mother who is Orthodox (Serbian), a father who is Catholic ( Bosnian) , a grandfather who is Catholic (Croatian), a grandmother who is Orthodox (Bosnian), good friends who are Muslims, a husband who is Orthodox (Bosnian and Serbian)..
We are a lost generation, I was lucky, my husband was lucky, but what is luck?
My parents who had to leave their parents behind and don't see them 5 years, my husband who had to leave his family for love and a better life?
And all the guilt I have ever felt all this years, when they say to me, you're lucky you live in Belgium, you have a job, you have a future...
My father knew this would happen, that is why he made the difficult decision and moved to Belgium. He knew that I would go through the same shit.
Getting fired, or getting no job in Belgrade, or being bullied as a child because my surname is Bosnjak or because my father is catholic? Probably...
A stranger in your fatherland, a stranger in Belgium..
But I'm thankful for al the opportunities Belgium has gave me and my family and my husband and I make full use of it, because here you can work and have a future, don't waist it.
I still study, because there are opportunities here to learn a lot and work at the same time.
My family and I work hard, we have learned the language very well, even my husband in this 3,5 years he is here.
We try to help family and friends in the Balkan as much as we can.
Don't forget where you are from, and be thankful for what you've got and achieved. Thank you my parents, thank you Belgium емотикон kiss. I емотикон heart you Balkan!

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