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“When these people, my mother and people like her, came out here it was like leaving a reality; leaving a planet; turning your back. I guess we don鈥檛 appreciate it was such a big deal that they may never come back, never see their family again. 鈥� John Savi膰”
― Peter Brune, Suffering, Redemption and Triumph: The first wave of post-war Australian immigrants 1945-66

“Europeans the Poles or Balts coming in here 鈥� we brought here knowledge with us and our culture with us, but we assimilated 鈥� assimilated is not one way, it鈥檚 a two-way street. - Fred Ritzkowski, German”
― Peter Brune, Suffering, Redemption and Triumph: The first wave of post-war Australian immigrants 1945-66

“I like it! I liked it when man to man no matter whether he is boss or he is ordinary worker, but in meantime they go to the pub, they drink beer together and call by first name. I like that. After few years, I think that Queensland is the best place in Australia 鈥� I am Queenslander! 鈥� Alex Sucharsky, Ukranian”
― Peter Brune, Suffering, Redemption and Triumph: The first wave of post-war Australian immigrants 1945-66

“Playing pool with Korean officials one evening in the Koryo Hotel, which has become the nightspot for foreign businessmen and an increasing number of diplomats (to say nothing of the burgeoning number of spies and journalists traveling under second identities), I was handed that day's edition of the Pyongyang Times. At first glance it seemed too laughable for words: endless pictures of the 'Dear Leader'鈥擫ittle Boy's exalted title鈥攁s he was garlanded by adoring schoolchildren and heroic tractor drivers. Yet even in these turgid pages there were nuggets: a telegram congratulating the winner of the Serbian elections; a candid reference to the 'hardship period' through which the country had been passing; an assurance that a certain nuclear power plant would be closed as part of a deal with Washington. Tiny cracks, to be sure. But a complete and rigid edifice cannot afford fissures, however small. There appear to be no hookers, as yet, in Pyongyang. Yet if casinos come, can working girls be far behind? One perhaps ought not to wish for hookers, but there are circumstances when corruption is the only hope.”
― Christopher Hitchens, Love, Poverty, and War: Journeys and Essays

“Europe, he says, is frightened that an influx of foreigners will erode European values. But what values will there to be uphold if we abandon our duty to protect those less fortunate than ourselves? Wat incentive do we give to refugees to maintain the fabric of our society if that fabric is so ragged in the first place? "If Europe is not able to show a better way of life to them, then they will think that their morality is better than ours."

"They need to face some higher standards of morality, " he says. "If not, they will set their own."

[Quoting Serbian priest Tibor Varga]”
― Patrick Kingsley, The New Odyssey: The Story of Europe's Refugee Crisis

“For as long as anyone can remember, the history of Kosovo has been a battlefield pitting Serbs against Albanians. Each believes different things because each has been taught different things, and as they reach further back into time it becomes easier to argue whatever they want in order to find support for their view of the present.”
― Tim Judah, Kosovo: What Everyone Needs to Know

“Yet it is also a tonic and an antidote to dullness to be with the Serbs. They possess the irresponsible gaiety that we traditionally connect with the Irish, with whom they have often been compared. Other less convenient sides of the Irish character are also typical in the Serbs, such as a cheerful contempt for punctuality in daily life and a ready willingness, arising clearly from politeness and good nature, to make promises that are not always fulfilled. But perhaps the most pronounced of these similarities is to be found in the songs of Serbia and Ireland. With both peoples the historic songs about the past are songs of sorrow, or noble struggles against overwhelming odds, of failure redeemed by unconquerable resolve. There is nothing strange in this combination of laughing gaiety and profound melancholy. It is often only those who are truly capable of the one emotion who also have the faculty for the other.”
― R.G.D. Laffan

“....in Bosnia, mass rape was a policy of the war, systematically carried out, implicating neighbors, paramilitaries, soldiers.”
― Ausma Zehanat Khan, The Unquiet Dead

“-the apartment had been directly in the sight line of a Serb sniper across the river. Teta-Jozefina was a devout Catholic, but she somehow managed to believe in essential human goodness, despite all the abundant evidence to the contrary surrounding her. She felt that the sniper was essentially a good man because during the siege, she said, he had often shot over her and her husband's heads to warn them that he was watching and that they shouldn't move so carelessly in their own apartment.”
― Aleksandar Hemon, The Book of My Lives

“U begu od nesre膰e, do啪ivljavao sam skup razo膷arenja koji su je svojom snagom prevazilazili, 膷ak i u toj meri da mi se 膷inilo da je bolje da sam nesre膰u sa膷ekao ra拧irenih ruku. Ali, kako da se predam zlu kad ose膰am da postoji dobro?”
― Slavi拧a Pavlovi膰

“Moji suborci i ja nismo pravili razliku izme膽u ljudi koje smo branili, a ja nisam ni znao tko je Srbin, a tko Hrvat. Nikome od nas to nije bilo va啪no niti smo o tome pri膷ali. Dok se srpski civili prijavljuju vojsci da su Srbi, usput nas prokazuju, a najgore od svega je to 拧to optu啪uju bez razloga izmi拧ljaju膰i nebulozne zlo膷ine.”
― Vilim Karlovi膰, Pre啪ivio sam Vukovar i Ov膷aru

“Jedino kad 啪murim
Ne brojim ti poglede
Poklonjene drugima,
A ne meni.”
― 膼or膽e Simi膰, Pitomi vulkan

“Until the war had broken out, there had been some sort of order in the strange and complex mixture of the four disparate peoples crowded into the little valley, all calling themselves Bosnians. They celebrated separate holidays, ate different foods, feasted and fasted on different days, yet all depended on one another, but never admitted it. They had lived amidst an ever present, if dormant, mixture of hatred and love for each other. The Muslims with their Ramadan, the Jews with Passover, the Catholics with Christmas, and the Serbs with their Slavas- each of them tacitly tolerated and recognised the customs and existence of others. With suckling pigs turned on spits in Serbian houses, giving off a mouth-watering fragrance, kosher food would be eaten in Jewish homes, and in Muslim households, meals were cooked in suet. There was a certain harmony in all this, even if there was no actual mixing. The aromas had long ago adjusted to one another and had given the city its distinctive flavor. Everything was "as God willed it." But it was necessary to remove only one piece of that carefully balanced mosaic and that whole picture would fall into its component parts which would then, rejoined in an unthinkable manner, create hostile and incompatible entities. 鈥廘ike a hammer, the war had knocked out one piece, disrupting the equilibrium.”
― Gordana Kui膰, Miris ki拧e na Balkanu

“It鈥檚 funny 鈥� you Irish are so like the Serbs.”
― Rebecca West, Black Lamb and Grey Falcon

“I think of myself as a political idiot. Idiot, in ancient Greece, denoted a common person without access to knowledge and information--all women, by definition, and most men. I am unable to make judgments. I see no options I can identify with. Is that normal?”
― Jasmina Te拧anovi膰, The Diary of a Political Idiot: Normal Life in Belgrade

“Do you know what we call windows in Belgrade?' she asked. All our windows are broken and crisscrossed with scotch tape. 'Windows 99.”
― Jasmina Te拧anovi膰

“Apart from the Croat-Muslim unifying narrative, the Ustashe also used overtly anti-Serb propaganda. They banned the Cyrillic alphabet, which is the Serb national alphabet, on April 25, 1941, and on May 3, 1941 passed legislation that viewed religious conversion for the Orthodox as the only way to grant them equal rights before the law.”
― Fotini Christia, Alliance Formation in Civil Wars

“Prakti膷no, nema srpskog politi膷ara koji ne misli da su Srbi stoka. Teorijski, nema Srbina koji ne misli da su ovda拧nji politi膷ari prva generacija svojih porodica kojima je otpao rep. Svi su u pravu.”
― Aleksandar Tijani膰

“We had watched the Sacramento Kings, my favorite NBA team, playing the Indiana Pacers. The Pacers had won but it was still fun, especially since we had tickets for the third row. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw Vlade Divac and Predrag Stojakovic, two Serbs playing in the Kings, waving at me and saying hello. They recognized the jersey of Divac's former team from Belgrade that I had been wearing.”
― Savo Heleta, Not My Turn to Die: Memoirs of a Broken Childhood in Bosnia

“Vremenom
Nau膷ili smo
I skr拧tenih ruku
Pogledima da
Grlimo se na sav glas
膶ak i kada 膰utimo.”
― 膼or膽e Simi膰, Pitomi vulkan

“Ma koliko ne啪an,
Tvoj je dodir neiskren.
Zagrljajem
沤eli拧 me smrskati.”
― 膼or膽e Simi膰, Pitomi vulkan

“Svud po meni
Cvetaju
Tvojih prstiju tragovi.
Suzama
Zalivam im korenje.”
― 膼or膽e Simi膰, Pitomi vulkan

“Ne啪na kao ru啪a,
Tvoja ko啪a
Pod moje se prste
Do kostiju pribola.
Svaki trn joj volim.”
― 膼or膽e Simi膰, Pitomi vulkan

“Kad god se sretnemo,
Miri拧e拧 na cimet
I tu膽e ruke.
Niko ne oseti,
Samo moja krv.”
― 膼or膽e Simi膰, Pitomi vulkan

“Pune su mi o膷i smeha
Dok 膷ekam,
Usana sve啪ih
Meni da se vrati拧
I dodirom
Sve moje smrti
U sekundi ozdravi拧.”
― 膼or膽e Simi膰, Pitomi vulkan

“袧械泻 薪邪写 小褉斜懈褬芯屑 斜芯卸褍褉 褑胁械褌邪
薪邪 谐褉邪薪懈 胁械褌褉邪 薪邪 褉褍褑懈 谢械褌邪
薪械泻 褋械 蟹谢邪褌芯 锌褉芯褋锌械 薪懈蟹 胁械褔械
薪械泻 褔械褌胁褉褌邪 袦芯褉邪胁邪 锌芯褌械褔械”
― Manojle Gavrilovi膰, 小谢芯胁械薪褋泻邪 褉芯褋邪

“Until the war had broken out, there had been some sort of order in the strange and complex mixture of the four disparate peoples crowded into the little valley, all calling themselves Bosnians. They celebrated separate holidays, ate different foods, feasted and fasted on different days, yet all depended on one another, but never admitted it. They had lived amidst an ever present, if dormant, mixture of hatred and love for each other. The Muslims with their Ramadan, the Jews with Passover, the Catholics with Christmas, and the Serbs with their Slavas- each of them tacitly tolerated and recognised the customs and existence of others. With suckling pigs turned on spits in Serbian houses, giving off a mouth-watering fragrance, kosher food would be eaten in Jewish homes, and in Muslim households, meals were cooked in suet. There was a certain harmony in all this, even if there was no actual mixing. The aromas had long ago adjusted to one another and had given the city its distinctive flavor. Everything was "as God willed it." But it was necessary to remove only one piece of that carefully balanced mosaic and that whole picture would fall into its component parts which would then, rejoined in an unthinkable manner, create hostile and incompatible entities. 鈥廘ike a hammer, the war had knocked out one piece, disrupting the equilibrium. Wartime turned differences into outright hatred and instead of blaming the foreign enemy for all their hardships, people blamed their nearest neighbours, which, in turn, represented an invaluable favour to the true enemy of all.”
― Gordana Kui膰, Miris ki拧e na Balkanu

“袌械写胁邪 褔械泻邪屑 写邪 薪邪褍褔懈屑 褋褉锌褋泻懈, 胁邪褭写邪 褯械 屑懈 屑薪芯谐械 褋褌胁邪褉懈 斜懈褌懈 褬邪褋薪懈褬械. 袦械褣褍褌懈屑, 薪械泻懈 懈褋泻褍褋薪懈褬懈 锌褉懈褬邪褌械褭懈 屑懈 泻邪卸褍 写邪 褋邪屑 芯锌褌懈屑懈褋褌邪 懈 写邪 褋邪 小褉斜懈屑邪 褬芯褕 薪懈泻芯 薪懈褬械 薪邪褕邪芯 蟹邪褬械写薪懈褔泻懈 褬械蟹懈泻.”
― Bojan Ljubenovi膰, Pisma iz Srbije

“You perhaps know that many people in Styria, in Moravia, in Serbia, in Poland, and even in Russia, believe in vampires.
[Chapter 6 A Bath Of Blood]”
― Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu

“Na拧i odani i plemeniti saveznici, Francuzi i Englezi, hitaju nam u pomo膰, i ve膰 su i sami glasovi o njihovom dolasku udvostru膷ili snagu i hrabrost na拧ih vojnika pa ipak, oni mo啪da ne膰e sti膰i na vreme da nam obezbede pobedu. Kao na Kosovu polju, sada se borimo u su拧tini sami.”
― Svetlana Milovanovi膰, Heroine Velikog rata