Dada M.
My new photographs @everydaysrebrenica auf Instagram. Dada M. Born in 1969 in Vlasenica, near Srebrenica. Her husband was killed in the war in 1992. She has a daughter and lives with her “new” family in Tuzla: her partner, who is the love of yer youth and his two children, in Tuzla.
2015
My new photographs @everydaysrebrenica auf Instagram. Dada M. Born in 1969 in Vlasenica, near Srebrenica. Her husband was killed in the war in 1992. She has a daughter and lives with her “new” family in Tuzla: her partner, who is the love of yer youth and his two children, in Tuzla.
My new photographs @everydaysrebrenica auf Instagram. Dada M. Born in 1969 in Vlasenica, near Srebrenica. Her husband was killed in the war in 1992. She has a daughter and lives with her “new” family in Tuzla: her partner, who is the love of yer youth and his two children, in Tuzla.
My new photographs @everydaysrebrenica auf Instagram. Dada M. Born in 1969 in Vlasenica, near Srebrenica. Her husband was killed in the war in 1992. She has a daughter and lives with her “new” family in Tuzla: her partner, who is the love of yer youth and his two children, in Tuzla.
Our grandmothers used to say that a girl first should learn how to make a pie and than look for a boyfriend. Girls learned how to make a pie so they wouldn't embarrass themselves when they get married. But now, they first find a boyfriend and then they look for a nearest bakery where they can buy some pie. This is my Dzejla, and she is not learning how to make a pie, she is just playing with the dough.
Our grandmothers used to say that a girl first should learn how to make a pie and than look for a boyfriend. Girls learned how to make a pie so they wouldn't embarrass themselves when they get married. But now, they first find a boyfriend and then they look for a nearest bakery where they can buy some pie. This is my... (More ⇢)
Why do we always wonder what do we live for? And we answer - for the children. That is the wrong answer. We live for us so that we can indulge every wish and every need of our third generation, our grandchildren.
Why do we always wonder what do we live for? And we answer - for the children. That is the wrong answer. We live for us so that we can indulge every wish and every need of our third generation, our grandchildren.
I wonder why we don't have employment, health and pension insurance... How can we when noone is thinking about us "older working generation", we are not welcomed anywhere. Too young to be retired, and too old for work, eeeeeeh that is Bosnia and Herzegovina, one and only but we love it because it is ours.
I wonder why we don't have employment, health and pension insurance... How can we when noone is thinking about us "older working generation", we are not welcomed anywhere. Too young to be retired, and too old for work, eeeeeeh that is Bosnia and Herzegovina, one and only but we love it because it is ours.
They can take away everything from us: homes, money, cars but they can't take away our souls and the customs of Bosnia and Herzegovina. This is how our grandfathers, fathers, and now us are roasting plum brandy. Making it for generations. I hope in the future our younger generations will continue the tradition.
They can take away everything from us: homes, money, cars but they can't take away our souls and the customs of Bosnia and Herzegovina. This is how our grandfathers, fathers, and now us are roasting plum brandy. Making it for generations. I hope in the future our younger generations will continue the tradition.
Only in Bosnia you can see sunsets this beautiful. No matter in which town in Bosnia you are, the sunset is the same. When Bosnian people come home from abroad for vacation they say "there's no place like Bosna" but none of them are planning to return. Just wishfull thinking.
Only in Bosnia you can see sunsets this beautiful. No matter in which town in Bosnia you are, the sunset is the same. When Bosnian people come home from abroad for vacation they say "there's no place like Bosna" but none of them are planning to return. Just wishfull thinking.
People say: "You are the creator of your destiny." But that is not true, because others made your destiny. We live on the border line of poverty, noone is questioning how unemployed people survive. We live one day at the time, without any compensation for living. If you have something today, tomorow you will have less.
People say: "You are the creator of your destiny." But that is not true, because others made your destiny. We live on the border line of poverty, noone is questioning how unemployed people survive. We live one day at the time, without any compensation for living. If you have something today, tomorow you will have... (More ⇢)
Three different 'races' but only one kind of animal. Together they drink, eat, play - they don't even bark at each other. We people started not only barking at each other but we even started biting each other. We are all the same, we are all from the same flesh and blood.
Three different 'races' but only one kind of animal. Together they drink, eat, play - they don't even bark at each other. We people started not only barking at each other but we even started biting each other. We are all the same, we are all from the same flesh and blood.
We don't find it difficult to do any kind of job. Even our age is not an obstacle for us to learn something new. Sometimes we don't have enough money to buy new clothes, then we just sew it. Life in Bosnia isn't something that everyone can understand. We know how to have everything and how to have nothing.
We don't find it difficult to do any kind of job. Even our age is not an obstacle for us to learn something new. Sometimes we don't have enough money to buy new clothes, then we just sew it. Life in Bosnia isn't something that everyone can understand. We know how to have everything and how to have nothing.
If you can smell freshly roasted coffee beans, it would bring you back in those times when our grandmothers roasted it. Tradition is slowly fading away and most of the things are bought in the markets. I still do it the old way: roast and grind coffee and believe me the taste and the smell is far better than the one bought in the supermarket. That is why I herewith this picture welcome you all for a cup of real traditional Bosnian coffee.
If you can smell freshly roasted coffee beans, it would bring you back in those times when our grandmothers roasted it. Tradition is slowly fading away and most of the things are bought in the markets. I still do it the old way: roast and grind coffee and believe me the taste and the smell is far better than the one bought in... (More ⇢)
When everything seems to hard and you don't know what to do the only solution is to take your fishing polls and head out to lake Modrac. Relaxation, peace and quietness. And from time to time you even catch some fish...
When everything seems to hard and you don't know what to do the only solution is to take your fishing polls and head out to lake Modrac. Relaxation, peace and quietness. And from time to time you even catch some fish...
BOSNIAN RAMADAN BREAD It doesn't matter where it is made, Tuzla, Srebrenica, Sarajevo, Bratunac, Gorazde, Vlasenica, Doboj or Banja Luka the smell and the taste is the same. Try it, there is only one kind of BOSNIAN RAMADAN BREAD.
BOSNIAN RAMADAN BREAD It doesn't matter where it is made, Tuzla, Srebrenica, Sarajevo, Bratunac, Gorazde, Vlasenica, Doboj or Banja Luka the smell and the taste is the same. Try it, there is only one kind of BOSNIAN RAMADAN BREAD.
Life is as tough as this work without a life companion (husband). Keep your life passengers. Loneliness is as hard as a rock.
Life is as tough as this work without a life companion (husband). Keep your life passengers. Loneliness is as hard as a rock.
Tenderness and attention means a lot. My message to the world: take care of others. Life is short, just like the life of a butterfly.
Tenderness and attention means a lot. My message to the world: take care of others. Life is short, just like the life of a butterfly.
Father and daughter. They’ve never seen nor met each other… If they ever meet they will have a lot to talk about and with each other. Today, it’s 23 years since my husband got killed. She was born two months after his death.
Father and daughter. They’ve never seen nor met each other… If they ever meet they will have a lot to talk about and with each other. Today, it’s 23 years since my husband got killed. She was born two months after his death.
I often wonder if I will become 80 years old like grandmother Kada. Every day, she prays to God, not seeking for anything but for the peace in the world.
I often wonder if I will become 80 years old like grandmother Kada. Every day, she prays to God, not seeking for anything but for the peace in the world.
New born lifes. Don't let them fly far away.
New born lifes. Don't let them fly far away.
My name is Dada and I want the world to see Srebrenica through my eyes!
My name is Dada and I want the world to see Srebrenica through my eyes!
Dada M.
Dada M. Born in 1969 in Vlasenica, near Srebrenica. Her husband was killed in the war in 1992. She has a daughter and lives with her “new” family in Tuzla: her partner, who is her childhood sweetheart and his two children, in Tuzla. Dzevada has a steady job since a while (her friend can sometimes find work in construction) and so they were able to build a small house in Tuzla.
2005
Dada M. Born in 1969 in Vlasenica, near Srebrenica. Her husband was killed in the war in 1992. She has a daughter and lives with her “new” family in Tuzla: her partner, who is her childhood sweetheart and his two children, in Tuzla. Dzevada has a steady job since a while (her friend can sometimes find work in construction) and so they were able to build a small house in Tuzla.
Dada M. Born in 1969 in Vlasenica, near Srebrenica. Her husband was killed in the war in 1992. She has a daughter and lives with her “new” family in Tuzla: her partner, who is her childhood sweetheart and his two children, in Tuzla. Dzevada has a steady job since a while (her friend can sometimes find work in construction) and so they were able to build a small house in Tuzla.
Dada M. Born in 1969 in Vlasenica, near Srebrenica. Her husband was killed in the war in 1992. She has a daughter and lives with her “new” family in Tuzla: her partner, who is her childhood sweetheart and his two children, in Tuzla. Dzevada has a steady job since a while (her friend can sometimes find work in construction)... (More ⇢)
It is not big and not pretty, but it is mine and happy! The House.
It is not big and not pretty, but it is mine and happy! The House.
It is not big and not pretty, but it is mine and happy! The House.
It is not big and not pretty, but it is mine and happy! The House.
My family.
My family.
My daughter Fahra.
My daughter Fahra.
Displaced with 26 years and today it is already his 40th birthday. 14 years are lost in the fog.
Displaced with 26 years and today it is already his 40th birthday. 14 years are lost in the fog.
Memories of the years before the war.
Memories of the years before the war.
Displaced with 26 years and today it is already his 40th birthday. 14 years are lost in the fog.
Displaced with 26 years and today it is already his 40th birthday. 14 years are lost in the fog.
Dada M.
Dada M. Born in 1969 in Vlasenica, near Srebrenica. Her husband was killed in the war in 1992. She has a daughter and lives with her “new” family, her partner and his two children, in Tuzla.
2000
Dada M. Born in 1969 in Vlasenica, near Srebrenica. Her husband was killed in the war in 1992. She has a daughter and lives with her “new” family, her partner and his two children, in Tuzla.
Dada M. Born in 1969 in Vlasenica, near Srebrenica. Her husband was killed in the war in 1992. She has a daughter and lives with her “new” family, her partner and his two children, in Tuzla.
Dada M. Born in 1969 in Vlasenica, near Srebrenica. Her husband was killed in the war in 1992. She has a daughter and lives with her “new” family, her partner and his two children, in Tuzla.
I shall live so that I can return to my house with my family like “Djed”, Grandpa Sacir. He was the first to return to Srebrenica.
I shall live so that I can return to my house with my family like “Djed”, Grandpa Sacir. He was the first to return to Srebrenica.
1992 my life was destroyed by my husband being shot. Life is hell, darkest night.
1992 my life was destroyed by my husband being shot. Life is hell, darkest night.
The year 1993 means going hungry. A kilo of flour is a great glimmer of hope for us.
The year 1993 means going hungry. A kilo of flour is a great glimmer of hope for us.
1995 the end of war. A little more light comes into my life. My daughter is my greatest joy. Life goes on...
1995 the end of war. A little more light comes into my life. My daughter is my greatest joy. Life goes on...
From 1998 on grief and pain start to emerge, they extinguish the light. The darkness in the background continues.
From 1998 on grief and pain start to emerge, they extinguish the light. The darkness in the background continues.
The one thing that I have been able to keep in my life is: my daughter, Fahra. She was never able to get to know her father. He died one month before she was born.
The one thing that I have been able to keep in my life is: my daughter, Fahra. She was never able to get to know her father. He died one month before she was born.
In her heart she is still a child.
In her heart she is still a child.
My new family...
My new family...
My new family...
My new family...
Dada M.
My family had already packed all our belongings, we wanted to flee the very next day. At night the militias came and shot all male members of my family. I was brought to a detention camp in Bijeljina. I was then heavily pregnant. All photos have been lost. Except for very old family photos. I got them from relatives.
Before July 1995
My family had already packed all our belongings, we wanted to flee the very next day. At night the militias came and shot all male members of my family. I was brought to a detention camp in Bijeljina. I was then heavily pregnant. All photos have been lost. Except for very old family photos. I got them from relatives.
The only photo that still exists of my father.
The only photo that still exists of my father.
My family had already packed all our belongings, we wanted to flee the very next day. At night the militias came and shot all male members of my family. I was brought to a detention camp in Bijeljina. I was then heavily pregnant. All photos have been lost. Except for very old family photos. I got them from relatives.
My family had already packed all our belongings, we wanted to flee the very next day. At night the militias came and shot all male members of my family. I was brought to a detention camp in Bijeljina. I was then heavily pregnant. All photos have been lost. Except for very old family photos. I got them from relatives.