Hallo my name is Mesud Mujezinovic, I'm from Prishtina. I'm very young; I am 23 years old. In my hometown I studied at the college for civil engineering. My friends in Prishtina called me BIGGY.

Today I am in Sarajevo, where, do to the situation I have found myself. I have left Prishtina on the 23rd of March, and I traveled together with my mother 8 days to Sarajevo. When we came here, at the bus station, we didn't know what to do. Could you know, if you were on my place what to do in a middle of nowhere at 1 AM? When we arrived, my mother had a hearth attack, and I must say that I was more than happy when a young man took us to his home and give as a safe place for that night. The day after my life as a refugee started. The police officers at the bus station told us to go to Rakovica, to the Transit refugee center. That' s where we are still living. My "new" life seams to me a little bit confused. I never lived without any privacy, I never lived a life without the normal things that all of as have in their hones: a proper bed, books, music. I am asking myself who is reading my books now, and does this person know what the words in those books means. However, the worst thing for me is the worry for my friends for which I don't know are they still alive, where they are.. Many of my friends were or Albanians or Serbs, and right now, I feel sorry for all of them who are refugees but also for those who stayed in Prishtina. I am so sorry that I can't, even with a nice word, to send them a gesture of support. Many of my friends are from those, so-called, mixed marriages, and I would like that nothing happen to them. They are the future of the region from which I just escaped. I don't know, I don't know, will I ever return to my hometown, but if I return, those people will be the only reason.

Now I am living in Rakovica, together with 1600 people. I sleep in a room with 8 other people, in a tent where 200 other people live. Sometimes I get irritated when some of them put music on laud, and when I can't sleep properly. Anyway, I didn't sleep normally since I left Prishtina. But I don't get angry, because I know that this is a normal thing when so many people share the same house, or better to say same room. Than I start to smile and think: do we have enough coffee for one cup? After breakfast we start to think will we go further (to the third countries) or will we be able to go back our homes soon. Will we be able to continue a normal life?

In the camp I am disturbed by the fact that people are still unorganized, and that they don't want to participate in group actions (distribution of food, clothes, participation in different seminars), because they believe that they will solve all their problems when they leave for an third country. During the time that they spent here they think about nothing else except how to leave. This kind of behavior I think is wrong. That way of thinking and behaving bring to different misunderstandings, what guides, sometimes, even to physical conflicts. But, that kind of conflict is not the only one, but also the fact that people don't take care about the hygienic around themselves. They leave a lot of rubbish around the tents, toilets, but also in their rooms. Regardless to all help that the local and international NGO are offering to us, that help can't help to people who don't want to help themselves. However, young people in the camp are doing their best to bring certain harmony, and we see our camp as our home.

Zene Zenama Sarajevo
Hamdije Cemerlica 25
71 000 Sarajevo
Bosna i Hercegovina
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