This post is part of the “Voices from the Drina” project.

Just said goodbye to my son, Edin, at the petrol station. We discussed whether he should come with me to the @unproforbih base in Potočari. But if he’d come with me, the Serbs would have taken him away. So he’s heading to the woods. We parted without even hugging, as I didn’t know when I’d see him again.