Reconciling my identity as Serbian with the horrible crimes which took place during the war (and which seemed to be the only things people in America ever knew about Serbia) is something that I struggled with a little bit when I was growing up. — by DEJANA SARIC
I feel that after living and functioning here for three weeks I have a greater understanding of what it means to say that I am from Serbia, whereas before it was something I said but didn’t really “own” the right to say. — by DEJANA SARICRead more "“From Serbia”"
But it seems that with every such thought I also have to remind myself how lucky I am that my reality is something different, that even though my parents have never fully managed to let go of the fact that they had to leave their home, their culture, and their friends. — by DEJANA SARICRead more "Inherent Belonging"