“I was ten when we had to run away from Sarajevo. I still remember that time. Moments such as when a grenade hit a neighbours house and we ran into the basement to hide. And my mother, brother, sister and I fleeing to Croatia when the war got even worse, as it was safer than in Bosnia. My father stayed behind and there weren’t any working phones, so it was impossible to contact him. There was a whole year where we didn’t know if he was alive or dead. Only after that year was it possible for my father to escape and join us. Only then did we know he had survived. It was almost impossible to appreciate that he was with us once again.