How can I begin to describe how I felt about going to Srebrenica. We arrived in Srebenica this morning and went to the exhibit depicting many black and white pictures of the horrible 1995 tragedy. There were two pictures in particular that stuck out to me, one of a baby doll covered in ants and the other, right besides it of someones hand holding a skeleton hand, at one of the many mass graveyards. I was immediately impacted by these two photographs and was overcome with immense sadness at this horrible tragedy, a mass genocide- the largest since WW2. We then went over the the battery factory, where we watched a documentary of pictures, footage and discussions from family members who lost someone at Srebrenica.
There are truly no words or pictures that can describe the feeling one has when taking all these stories and memories in. I know I for one have never felt the way I did during my time there today. For me, history became a reality upon stepping into this city and digesting it all. My heart aches thinking about anyone who lost a loved one, never had a chance to say goodbye, and also to those who survived who replay horrifying images in their heads day after day.
On the bus ride home I thought about what my role is now, after becoming so impacted and moved. I know there is no way to turn back time or to erase the memory. However I feel the story needs to be told, as not enough Americans know about this horrible genocide that occurred only 17 years ago. I plan on changing that, by informing as many as I can of what really happened July 11, 1995 in Srebrenica.