16/07/1992 | Voices from the Drina

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Hunger is changing people in Srebrenica. Everyone pretends not to notice that each day we look thinner than yesterday. Our faces are becoming darker, they are losing their natural colour, and we’re simply starting to look like everyone else: bloodless and almost featureless. (1/2)

We all bear the same grey wrinkled skin, the dark circles around the eyes, the tired gaze. But talking about food is below our dignity. Thin soup and sometimes the last reserves of beans are on the menu. After that there was nothing left. (2/2)

I’m being taken from Foča High School to the Partizan Sports Hall.

I’ve reached free Tuzla. I made it. Alive. MašAllah.