Had a nice little trip with my cousin and her kids but now I'm heartbroken because the cafe we were at was a memorial/museum for one of the 'squadrons' who protected a part of the city in the 4 year siege.
I put squadrons in apostrophes because there was nothing professional as you know about it. There were homemade weapons besides the one they had to sneak in just to have a chance to protect their lives, there were 14/15 year olds that died fighting.
But the thing that struck me most of all... Is that my 30 year old cousin was explaining the difference between a smaller mine and a mine strong enough to blow up a car to her 2 year old son. Not only did she experience this genocide when she was 5, but now her son of 2 years is going to be growing up with the knowledge of all the things people wanted to do to his mother when she was a child, to kill her and everyone around.
It just hurts.
And this is a 'war' that ended almost 24 years ago. When will the violence ever stop?
