We were sitting in a cafe drinking tea when the Serbians came. They took us to a camp and asked my father if he wanted to wear their uniform. He said, “No, I want to live with my family.” So they burned him with cigarettes and made us watch.Then they cut his throat.
The soldiers said to me, “Make the Serbian sign,” but I ran away. They shot at me, but my name means “little snake,” and they couldn’t find me in the dark.
I was in a Red Cross center when I heard the name of my mother and sister on the radio. They came on a bus, and I ran to meet them. My mother was crying, and she said, “Thank God that we are alive.”
Last winter there was no food, and I was very hungry. I started begging. At first it was hard work, but now it’s easy. I start when school gets out at noon and quit at 10 p.m. because of the curfew. Almost every day I make enough money to buy a bread and marmalade.
Delic “Smook” Sanel, 11
Delic Sanel has juvenile onset diabetes.