Projects: Innocents: Waiting for My Destiny

I went to school one day and suddenly the war came. The shelling became harder and harder, and for four and a half months, we lived in the basement. There were 30 other people with us, including 10 children, in a room 20 by 25 feet.You can’t have a life in a basement. You only wait for your destiny. It is almost completely dark, and every day, you are cold and afraid. Sometimes you play cards or try to sleep, but mostly there is too much noise and fear to do anything. When the shelling stops, you go outside to see the sun. But the whole time, you think, “Any second, I will be hit by a mortar.”When Jajce fell into enemy hands, my father found a truck driver to take our family to Zenica. Like my father, I was born in my town, and I thought I would live there my whole life, working with tourists. But when I came out of the basement and saw that every building was destroyed, I had a feeling I was never coming back.Now, I am a refugee, and when I finish high school, I will be a soldier. If there is any chance for my country, I want to fight for her. I am not afraid to die; it is something that happens to you only once.Dario Bibic, 17Jajce, Bosnia
Waiting for My Destiny

I went to school one day and suddenly the war came. The shelling became harder and harder, and for four and a half months, we lived in the basement. There were 30 other people with us, including 10 children, in a room 20 by 25 feet. 

You can’t have a life in a basement. You only wait for your destiny. It is almost completely dark, and every day, you are cold and afraid. Sometimes you play cards or try to sleep, but mostly there is too much noise and fear to do anything. When the shelling stops, you go outside to see the sun. But the whole time, you think, “Any second, I will be hit by a mortar.” 

When Jajce fell into enemy hands, my father found a truck driver to take our family to Zenica. Like my father, I was born in my town, and I thought I would live there my whole life, working with tourists. But when I came out of the basement and saw that every building was destroyed, I had a feeling I was  

never coming back. 

Now, I am a refugee, and when I finish high school, I will be a soldier. If there is any chance for my country, I want to fight for her. I am not afraid to die; it is something that happens to you only once. 

Dario Bibic, 17 

Jajce, Bosnia