A Girl Like Me
I don’t know where to begin. Everything is mixed in my head, and I want to forget it all. I want to wake up in the morning and start again, without the war, the hate and the differences between people, and with all my friends and neighbors who are dead.
I ask myself, Who needs this war? Is someone feeling better now, when thousands of people have been killed or have lost their friends and homes?
I am an ordinary girl, just like any other eighteen-year-old in this world.
I like to laugh, to learn, to dance and listen to music. I’m supposed to start college next year, but it seems that there is no school to go to. It isn’t just about me — it’s about all the young people in Bosnia.
I want everyone in the world to know that we are all the same. It doesn’t matter your name, the color of your skin or the place where you come from. All these trivial things can’t pay the price of one person’s life.
All the time, I was trying to be the silly girl I once was, but now I know that I will never be that person again. No one can be the same after this war.
Anita Grabner, 18
Gornji Vakuf, Bosnia