All through the war, my parents took me there. To our house in Velika Gorica. In the beginning I was skeptical, but I was a kid, and what the hell did I know. I also thought all this was kind of exciting. An adventure. Theoretically, I was aware that the borders could be closed any minute and that we might be trapped. But I didn’t understand what that meant. I thought that if we got trapped, we would go to the German embassy and have them save us. But we weren’t Germans. We are not German.
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