Dubravka M.
Dubravka M. geboren am 04.05.1955 in Bjieljina. Sie lebt jetzt, wie auch schon vor dem Krieg in Srebrenica. Sie ist Mutter von drei Kindern und ihr Mann ist noch immer arbeitslos.
2015
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Looking through her window for a better, brighter and sunnier day. For 75 years she has been living in her own world. As a refugee, in WW2, she was torn out of the arms of her mother and just thrown away. Then her parents were imprisoned in a concentration camp near Srebrenica. Three days later they found her wounded with fever. She was an one year old baby. But she is still alive and living her life the best she can.
Looking through her window for a better, brighter and sunnier day. For 75 years she has been living in her own world. As a refugee, in WW2, she was torn out of the arms of her mother and just thrown away. Then her parents were imprisoned in a concentration camp near Srebrenica. Three days later they found her wounded with... (Mehr ⇢)
Only a sister can do something like this. Although we have been living apart and in different countries for the last 45 years, nothing has diminished our love for each other. For my 65-th birthday I received this picture of the two of us from 1955 when we were children. This is a very special and touching gift for me.
Only a sister can do something like this. Although we have been living apart and in different countries for the last 45 years, nothing has diminished our love for each other. For my 65-th birthday I received this picture of the two of us from 1955 when we were children. This is a very special and touching gift for me.
Place where our loved ones go to for eternal rest. This is the place where we are all the same. But life goes on. The building in the background is supposed to become the new pommesfrites factory. Many people in Srebrenica are impatientely waiting for it to be opened.
Place where our loved ones go to for eternal rest. This is the place where we are all the same. But life goes on. The building in the background is supposed to become the new pommesfrites factory. Many people in Srebrenica are impatientely waiting for it to be opened.
Our land is fertile, it gives us yield and its fruits. Potatoes are good quality and it is used all around the world. It saved many hungry mouths and it can be prepared in hundreds of ways. Our hard-working farmer is very satisfied.
Our land is fertile, it gives us yield and its fruits. Potatoes are good quality and it is used all around the world. It saved many hungry mouths and it can be prepared in hundreds of ways. Our hard-working farmer is very satisfied.
Life in the country is difficult and we are hard-working. But all is forgotten when the crop yield is good. And the group work brings us joy and satisfaction. We're happy!
Life in the country is difficult and we are hard-working. But all is forgotten when the crop yield is good. And the group work brings us joy and satisfaction. We're happy!
This is very sad. Every night this son is carrying his seriously ill mother on his hands from the apartment. Then step by step, they try walking and then breathe the freshness of the night. Thank God we still have a conscience and still respect for our parents.
This is very sad. Every night this son is carrying his seriously ill mother on his hands from the apartment. Then step by step, they try walking and then breathe the freshness of the night. Thank God we still have a conscience and still respect for our parents.
Dusk is the best time for relaxation, you sit on the shore watching that amazingly beautiful blue surface... Beauty of untouched nature.
Dusk is the best time for relaxation, you sit on the shore watching that amazingly beautiful blue surface... Beauty of untouched nature.
Another lost youth, accident or recklessness...but sorrow in the hearth is endless...He left forever in bloom of his youth.
Another lost youth, accident or recklessness...but sorrow in the hearth is endless...He left forever in bloom of his youth.
Old house...in the center of Srebrenica. Beautiful...people still live in it.
Old house...in the center of Srebrenica. Beautiful...people still live in it.
Dear friends and all the people of the Islamic religion, happy big festival of Eid RAMAZAN. Bajram Serif Mubarak Olsun. I wish you health and happiness by celebrating.
Dear friends and all the people of the Islamic religion, happy big festival of Eid RAMAZAN. Bajram Serif Mubarak Olsun. I wish you health and happiness by celebrating.
New pastry shop.. although it was opened just recently it doesn't work...There is noone in this town to revive it. This is a sad picture of a weekend in Srebrenica. A lot of people work here but they spend their weekend in more livlier places.
New pastry shop.. although it was opened just recently it doesn't work...There is noone in this town to revive it. This is a sad picture of a weekend in Srebrenica. A lot of people work here but they spend their weekend in more livlier places.
Pjotos: They make us laugh and they make us cry. They are the best witness of time. When hard times come we become nostalgic. Then Photos become some kind of soul medicine. They bring back happy days and remind us of those who are not with us any more...
Pjotos: They make us laugh and they make us cry. They are the best witness of time. When hard times come we become nostalgic. Then Photos become some kind of soul medicine. They bring back happy days and remind us of those who are not with us any more...
They have spent sixty years together, had six children together and many beautiful and happy memories. They surrvived two wars together, they lost one child. They had many difficult years. Now they rest in peace separated... that's what war is doing.
They have spent sixty years together, had six children together and many beautiful and happy memories. They surrvived two wars together, they lost one child. They had many difficult years. Now they rest in peace separated... that's what war is doing.
Today is a very sad day, I lost my friend that I've known my whole life, with whome I shared good and bad. She has found eternal peace at our cemetary in Srebrenica... True friends stay in our hearts forever.
Today is a very sad day, I lost my friend that I've known my whole life, with whome I shared good and bad. She has found eternal peace at our cemetary in Srebrenica... True friends stay in our hearts forever.
Boring rain has been following us for days...but that does not bother my friend. She smiles.
Boring rain has been following us for days...but that does not bother my friend. She smiles.
In 1983 my son was baptized in that very same monastery. Monastery in SASA was built in the sixteenth century and it lived to be restored at the begining of  year 2000. Restoration is still ongoing, and the complex of buildings have been built arround it. At holiday times monastery is very well visited. Groups of tourists visit this divine temple every day.
In 1983 my son was baptized in that very same monastery. Monastery in SASA was built in the sixteenth century and it lived to be restored at the begining of year 2000. Restoration is still ongoing, and the complex of buildings have been built arround it. At holiday times monastery is very well visited. Groups of tourists... (Mehr ⇢)
Glory holiday in my home is something sacred that we respect and celebrate with faith. Friends and family comes together to enjoy this day.
Glory holiday in my home is something sacred that we respect and celebrate with faith. Friends and family comes together to enjoy this day.
It's a rainy, gloomy dark day, like the image of this abandoned house. For a long time there hasn't been anybody. The owner came back only to see and left again. He died a few years ago. Maybe some of his children want to do something with the house?
It's a rainy, gloomy dark day, like the image of this abandoned house. For a long time there hasn't been anybody. The owner came back only to see and left again. He died a few years ago. Maybe some of his children want to do something with the house?
It's our chance again! We are out of the box, cupboard and other forgotten corners ... does someone maybe want to sing a lullaby with us? The smell of childhood. Memories remain.
It's our chance again! We are out of the box, cupboard and other forgotten corners ... does someone maybe want to sing a lullaby with us? The smell of childhood. Memories remain.
Traces of the war on the wall of my house, scratched names, among them is this one 'NAMIK'. I often wonder where are they now? In the house lived over thirty people.
Traces of the war on the wall of my house, scratched names, among them is this one 'NAMIK'. I often wonder where are they now? In the house lived over thirty people.
For happiness we don't need much, it is enough that we are together. To spend the Labour Day with the family is the most beautiful thing. We all had some tasks to do and then we enjoyed a nice day together.
For happiness we don't need much, it is enough that we are together. To spend the Labour Day with the family is the most beautiful thing. We all had some tasks to do and then we enjoyed a nice day together.
First birthday of our Raca back in 1993. The picture is from exile in Vojvodini. Raca was born in Belgrade in 1993 and fell very sick. It were very hard times, she gave us the strength and desire to continue. We received this cake from our neighbours. We remained friends, forever. That's the reason why her first birthday is so important to us. After that we moved a lot and later stayed in a small town in Vojvodina.
First birthday of our Raca back in 1993. The picture is from exile in Vojvodini. Raca was born in Belgrade in 1993 and fell very sick. It were very hard times, she gave us the strength and desire to continue. We received this cake from our neighbours. We remained friends, forever. That's the reason why her first birthday... (Mehr ⇢)
This is how people made wool in former times. Today some still do it the same way: First cut the wool off the sheep, then shake it, wash and dry. After going to the combing wool carding mill, skillful hands spin the wool. Then you can knit sweaters or make socks.
This is how people made wool in former times. Today some still do it the same way: First cut the wool off the sheep, then shake it, wash and dry. After going to the combing wool carding mill, skillful hands spin the wool. Then you can knit sweaters or make socks.
Me and my family members. I am particularly pleased with one of the greatest Christian holiday, Easter. All family have their task and they do it with love, for our festive days to be special.
Me and my family members. I am particularly pleased with one of the greatest Christian holiday, Easter. All family have their task and they do it with love, for our festive days to be special.
This image is wonderful because our Irina came to visit the grandfather's homeland from remote Peru. All of us are very happy. Irina is my only granddaughter from my uncle and she's the daughter of my first cousin. Our uncle left the country back in 1941 during World War II and went to South America... and there he got married and got 4 sons. My mother did not live long enough to see any of them. We hope to get to know the rest of the family.
This image is wonderful because our Irina came to visit the grandfather's homeland from remote Peru. All of us are very happy. Irina is my only granddaughter from my uncle and she's the daughter of my first cousin. Our uncle left the country back in 1941 during World War II and went to South America... and there he... (Mehr ⇢)
Grandma's high-school graduate. I am proud of our Danče. I bathed her when she was born, watched her grow up ...Today is her day, and I wish her good luck and good luck to all graduates.
Grandma's high-school graduate. I am proud of our Danče. I bathed her when she was born, watched her grow up ...Today is her day, and I wish her good luck and good luck to all graduates.
A little recreation. Rain doesn't matter for them. Milica and Jovana are persistent to achieve their goal.
A little recreation. Rain doesn't matter for them. Milica and Jovana are persistent to achieve their goal.
Childhood happiness, kids trying to catch balls and bicycles... is there anything more beautiful than children's games and insouciance?
Childhood happiness, kids trying to catch balls and bicycles... is there anything more beautiful than children's games and insouciance?
These are old mining buildings in Srebrenica which is mining town. Many families lived in these buildings and that was a privilege in the 60s... now they call them "barracks". In one of these buildings lived my family until '73... I carry wonderful memories of those days.
These are old mining buildings in Srebrenica which is mining town. Many families lived in these buildings and that was a privilege in the 60s... now they call them "barracks". In one of these buildings lived my family until '73... I carry wonderful memories of those days.
The neighbors have gone during the war. Long overgrown and abandoned. Every day I walk past by. Unfortunately this is the reality.
The neighbors have gone during the war. Long overgrown and abandoned. Every day I walk past by. Unfortunately this is the reality.
Someone made an effort to revive this yard of my neighbors. They no longer live there.
Someone made an effort to revive this yard of my neighbors. They no longer live there.
Spring in my garden
Spring in my garden
In my world
In my world
Here it is me again, Dubravka from Srebrenica and all of us together again in Contact group. We are former neighbours. Bosnian and Serbian. Follow me and I will show you pictures of daily life in Srebrenica.
Here it is me again, Dubravka from Srebrenica and all of us together again in Contact group. We are former neighbours. Bosnian and Serbian. Follow me and I will show you pictures of daily life in Srebrenica.
2005
Dubravka M. geboren am 04.05.1955 in Bjieljina. Sie lebt jetzt, wie auch schon vor dem Krieg in Srebrenica. Sie ist Mutter von drei Kindern und ihr Mann ist noch immer arbeitslos.
Dubravka M. geboren am 04.05.1955 in Bjieljina. Sie lebt jetzt, wie auch schon vor dem Krieg in Srebrenica. Sie ist Mutter von drei Kindern und ihr Mann ist noch immer arbeitslos.
Dubravka M. geboren am 04.05.1955 in Bjieljina. Sie lebt jetzt, wie auch schon vor dem Krieg in Srebrenica. Sie ist Mutter von drei Kindern und ihr Mann ist noch immer arbeitslos.
Der wunde Punkt - Ruinen und Müll. Die unmittelbare Nachbarschaft. Ein trauriges Bild im Hof der früheren Nachbarn.
Der wunde Punkt - Ruinen und Müll. Die unmittelbare Nachbarschaft. Ein trauriges Bild im Hof der früheren Nachbarn.
Der wunde Punkt - Ruinen und Müll. Die unmittelbare Nachbarschaft. Ein trauriges Bild im Hof der früheren Nachbarn.
Der wunde Punkt - Ruinen und Müll. Die unmittelbare Nachbarschaft. Ein trauriges Bild im Hof der früheren Nachbarn.
Das Haus meiner Schulfreundinnen. Viele von ihnen gibt es nicht mehr.
Das Haus meiner Schulfreundinnen. Viele von ihnen gibt es nicht mehr.
Das sind Zwillingsschwestern, Rückkehrerinnen in Srebrenica. Beide sind schwer krank.
Das sind Zwillingsschwestern, Rückkehrerinnen in Srebrenica. Beide sind schwer krank.
Eine der Schwester ist taubstumm. Sie hält ein kaputtes Radio im Arm.
Eine der Schwester ist taubstumm. Sie hält ein kaputtes Radio im Arm.
Dubravka M.
Dubravka M. geboren am 04. Mai 1955 in Bjieljina. Sie lebt jetzt, wie auch schon lange vor dem Krieg, mit ihrem Mann und den drei Kindern in Srebrenica. Ihr Mann ist arbeitslos.
2000
Dubravka M. geboren am 04. Mai 1955 in Bjieljina. Sie lebt jetzt, wie auch schon lange vor dem Krieg, mit ihrem Mann und den drei Kindern in Srebrenica. Ihr Mann ist arbeitslos.
Dubravka M. geboren am 04. Mai 1955 in Bjieljina. Sie lebt jetzt, wie auch schon lange vor dem Krieg, mit ihrem Mann und den drei Kindern in Srebrenica. Ihr Mann ist arbeitslos.
Dubravka M. geboren am 04. Mai 1955 in Bjieljina. Sie lebt jetzt, wie auch schon lange vor dem Krieg, mit ihrem Mann und den drei Kindern in Srebrenica. Ihr Mann ist arbeitslos.
Der einzige Spielplatz in Srebrenica - der Schulhof.
Der einzige Spielplatz in Srebrenica - der Schulhof.
Das Restaurant Kurort Guber in Srebrenica - hier haben wir uns früher gerne getroffen.
Das Restaurant Kurort Guber in Srebrenica - hier haben wir uns früher gerne getroffen.
Das Schlafzimmer wird nicht mehr genutzt. (Es ist das Zimmer der Schwiegereltern. Sie leben nicht mehr.)
Das Schlafzimmer wird nicht mehr genutzt. (Es ist das Zimmer der Schwiegereltern. Sie leben nicht mehr.)
Meine Tochter in ihrem Zimmer.
Meine Tochter in ihrem Zimmer.
In meinem Haus
In meinem Haus