“You are so lucky that you haven’t seen anything of the war. Plus you got to live in a very high standard country”.
This is what people usually like to tell me if I tell a bit about my background.
I hate the word luck in general.
These days, every accomplishment is considered to be “luck”.
I haven’t talked a lot on the blog about my actual background.
Where everything once started.
And every event has impacted my current life.
I was born in 1990 in Sarajevo.
Bosnia still belonged to Yugoslavia, until about 1.5 years later.
We were forced to leave everything we had behind and try to escape the country due to the war.
We traveled from country to country, trying to find acceptance and safety.
Luckily this tiny country called the Netherlands offered us that.
After living in several asylum seekers centers, we finally a nice little house in the small town.
Instead of feeling intense happiness, this was the moment where both my parents completely collapsed.
One day I got pulled out of the class room and was told that both of them were brought to hospital.
Mum struggled with Diabetes Type 1 and Hernia. She had to stay for 2 weeks.
Dad was hospitalized in a psychiatry with sever depression.
Weeks had gone by before we were allowed to see him for the first time.