Snippets
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Some of the discussions this afternoon with the lady that ended up at emergency last night include these excerpts: ...
"My son was taken away by the police at the age of 17 because they were afraid he'd join the KLA [Kosovo Liberation Army]" ...
"I was afraid to speak to my nephew because he had joined the Serbian police forces...fearing other people seeing us together, I asked him not to talk to me in public....he was shot six months after he started working...Six months before his death, he was sent 50 kgs of flour, 10 kgs of sugar, 20 kgs of beans, potatoes and other vegetables...they told him that he would die when the last of these foods was consumed, unless he resisted the Serbian occupation."....
"I haven't seen my sister in twelve years...She has turned blind ever since...She will never see me, even if I see her."
"Don't tell anyone, but the reason my remaining son in Bosnia was booted out of the refugee camp he was staying in is because he fought with a knife the man that ran away with my 19-year-old granddaughter"
"I think my heart problems started when we landed in Saranda [she means Toronto]"
"Because one of my sons was beaten so badly by the Serbian police, the neighbours killed a sheep and wrapped him in the bloody sheep skin, so as to stop the swelling all over his body...It worked."
Thanks to Gina and Angelica [a colleague at work], I am enriching my non-existent Portuguese vocab.
"My son was taken away by the police at the age of 17 because they were afraid he'd join the KLA [Kosovo Liberation Army]" ...
"I was afraid to speak to my nephew because he had joined the Serbian police forces...fearing other people seeing us together, I asked him not to talk to me in public....he was shot six months after he started working...Six months before his death, he was sent 50 kgs of flour, 10 kgs of sugar, 20 kgs of beans, potatoes and other vegetables...they told him that he would die when the last of these foods was consumed, unless he resisted the Serbian occupation."....
"I haven't seen my sister in twelve years...She has turned blind ever since...She will never see me, even if I see her."
"Don't tell anyone, but the reason my remaining son in Bosnia was booted out of the refugee camp he was staying in is because he fought with a knife the man that ran away with my 19-year-old granddaughter"
"I think my heart problems started when we landed in Saranda [she means Toronto]"
"Because one of my sons was beaten so badly by the Serbian police, the neighbours killed a sheep and wrapped him in the bloody sheep skin, so as to stop the swelling all over his body...It worked."
Thanks to Gina and Angelica [a colleague at work], I am enriching my non-existent Portuguese vocab.
Labels: albanian, hospital stories, integration, Kosova, Kosovo, Serbia, St.John's, work
