"Hey, I hear 3 BOOMS now! I must go."
"I am so afraid...this is an irony. I am talking with you, and in the
same time, your country is attacking my country."
It was Day One of the air strike, as Serbs sat in their homes with
yet intensified anticipation for the sound of the bombing. They didn't
know just when it would come, or where. But it did.
This conversation was one that took place during that first night of
the air raid, a discussion between a Serbian young woman and one of our
team members. Irony is the word that best describes the moment, the
anticipation, and the reality. It was the first night of the air
strike by NATO and the USA. Flashes glowed as the huge clouds of
fluorescent bombing shook the ground. At the same time, two girls were
conversing live over the Internet, both in their own homes, with
similar interests; ordinary friends. That is when the first bombing
hit Belgrade. Two ordinary girls; two different worlds yet one in the
same. For one was an American, and one was a Serbian. Their countries
were at war.
And what was really happening, anyway?
That is what many people were asking themselves during this time.
What was going on? Ignorance. Many sat unaware, not even the
slightest bit clear or concerned. It is hundreds of thousands of miles
away, on the other side of the world, practically. Why should they be
It was far away, but more and more it seemed closer to home. The
first bombings came and then Day Two. More fluorescent bombing
appeared on the news. The USA was bombing Serbia. But why? Not
everyone was clear. Not everyone cared. Some sat trying to fathom and
grapple in their minds the reason, the cause.why? Questions started to
fill the minds of people all around the world. Some people could care
less.if it didn't pertain to them, and their own country, why should
they be concerned about it themselves?
What many didn't know, and came to realize, was that it was
concerning them, and people like them, ordinary men, women, and
children. Those in the USA became even more inquisitive. Here their
country was bombing some nation in the Balkans, because of - was it
some group of refugees? - what about those people they showed trekking
across the country, homeless and desperate?
Then came the reality. These were people, no different than anyone
else, and yet caught up in the midst of some boiling conflict that grew
more serious by the minute, more intense, more real.
This wasn't something to think about lightly. This was an
incredible ignorance. This was a dreamlike irony; an unfathomable
reality. And it dealt with two countries struggling for power,
in the midst of which was two ethnic groups, one being driven from
their homes, and the other being bombed.
The following story and conversation speaks for itself. It shows
two girls struggling to understand each other's countries, and the
conflict. It shows their pursuit for the reason of war, and it shows
Most of all, it is the plea of the people.
---->On to Inside Look: A City Under Fire - One Girl's Hope