Christina is a friend of mine. She lives in a small town in Croatia. We were introduced by another friend of mine a few months back. Sometimes, if I get home from work a bit early, we'll have time to chat for a little while before she needs to hit the rack.

One day a bit back, I asked her about her experiences of the conflict there. She's young enough that she was just a kid then. She protested that she's not a writer, and that her English wasn't very good. I told her I didn't care.

She sent me the following the next day. I have cleaned up a few spelling and grammar errors, (she tends to use the third person instead of the first, I think I caught all those) but have otherwise left it unedited...

Christina's Story

It was a Sunday, the Sunday I will never forget. Mom didn't pressure my sis and me to go to church that day, so we stayed at home, sis was watching a TV, mom was cooking, ordinary Sunday, but, dad and I were busy.

I didn't understand it then, but dad was sure something might happen soon, so with my help, well, I was a kid, so couldn't do much, he lowered the spare bed from the attic to the basement, I filled bottles with water, mom made a bed, warm blankets, pillows, all was ready.

Radio with batteries was down, some food, in cans ~ yuck ~, dad told me to prepare a box with games, and some of the toys, too ~ smiles ~ he was right, we spent lots of our time playing " èovjeæe ne ljuti se ".

Mom called us, said that lunch was ready, dad and I finished the work, we were happy, we finished all up just before the lunch.

My family sat down, we didn't even start to eat, when we heard the sirens, sound that will accompany my days in a future.

We all rushed down in the basement, worried, we didn't know what will happen, mom was crying, sis and I curled up on the bed, dad was calming all down.

That is the day that I will NEVER forget.

War started, cities under the fire, enemy was powerful, Yugoslavia had lots of weapons, JNA army used it soooo well ~ sighs ~.

Girls stopped to go to school, people were forced to leave their homes, many were killed, I looked all that through the eyes of a child, being very happy that she didn't have to go to school ~ shakes head ~ just a silly child.

I was at home, watching TV, listening music, dad still worked at that time, mom was home, taking care of us girls, time passed, alert, then siren that alert is over, sometimes we were forced to go to the basement every few hours, sis and I slept in the basement, it was safer, and mom didn't want to wake up every 2 hours.

After the first shock, things were starting to be more intense, more and more attacks, more injured people, city became "city of souls", all were home, all was closed, stores worked only in a morning, my city became so sad.

Sis and I helped mom with lunch, when dad came home one day, he was in a uniform, mom started to cry, sis and I cried with her, dad was going on the front.

To make it clear, my dad is no warrior, he is a simple hard working man, he always cared for his family, making sure that our family is happy, we were not a rich family, we were never hungry, and meat was on our table every second day.

Dad went to war, leaving mom, sis and I at home. Just before dad left that night, he talked with sis and me, I know how mushy this all sounds, but his words were something like this - my babies, I need to go, I need to protect you, need to make you safe, it's my duty as your father and a member of our country…

Well, point in this is… my dad didn't go to war, so he could invade other country, he only protected his own.

I will never forget how the soup tasted, when I sat at the table, looking at the empty chair, it was salty, soup was salty, it was salty coz tears were rolling down my cheeks and dropped in my soup.

Mom, sis and I were so happy when the sound of telephone would wake them in the middle of the night, they knew that was dad, they knew that he is safe and ALIVE!, he would usually say : I'm okay, dunno when I will be able to go home!.. 3 heads would squeeze around the phone, just to hear the sound of his voice.

That was not easy, I understood what was going on, my friends father was killed, and I prayed that same fate won't catch my dad.

Would you like me to tell You how I held a gun in my hand? ~ smiles~

Dad came home for a weekend, and, finally, things seemed to be better, we visited nana ( dad's mother ), for the first time after a long time, I was happy, so happy, dad was home!!

Nana cooked, and we ate, we were even laughing… and, then dad invited sis and me to go out, quick walk in the woods… we used to do that before so often, but, now.. that sounded like an bad idea.

Mom looked at dad, and he only said; they need to learn…

Sis and I left the house with dad, he said that we wait while he takes some stuff out the car, and so we did.

He had a small hand bag, when he returned to us, I felt something was wrong, and was worried coz mom was so worried.

We entered the wood, didn't talk very much, really, sis and I just knew something is going to happen… and it did…

After a few minutes, dad stopped, turned around to face us… he wanted to teach us how to handle the gun, he teached us how to aim, and how to shoot.

I was shocked first time I used the gun, hands were trembling, but dad guided me gently… it was TT gun, I doesn't know the right name, but, dad used it.

After we returned home, dad placed rounds and the gun in drawer, showing us all where it is, I guessed mom knew where the gun is.

Now, I kinda like guns... tho, dad never let me to use it after that.

I am grateful that my dad is alive, and that members of my family are alive, too, my uncle was captured, but, he was exchanged shortly after capturing, I was present when that happened… it was in a small village called Davor.

I will never forget that day, too.

Or maybe… maybe I should tell you a story about my friend...

My friend is only 2 years older than me, and she was raped in her home, they found her few days later in the woods, almost dead, torn apart, doctors couldn't believe that she was still alive, I saw her in a hospital… and, she didn't look human, Marcus…

They have hurt her so badly… her body was… oh, God..~ sighs ~ well, her body recovered, but, she is not the same person anymore.

It's hard to talk to her now, her life is so sad, Marcus... so sad… she is a young woman, but she, now, she just can't bear it if someone touches her...

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Ok, so I've been accused by a few readers (waves hi to Arance) of all the sudden going soft, with all these pics of little kids and flowers, as opposed to my normal servings of kink and iconoclasm.

Hey, I like to think of my self as being an all-around kinda guy. I am a Renaissance Man, you know.

So, here's some beef to go with your whine...









Be patient, guys. Coming up real soon, a post full of barbarian cheesecake and lusty wenches. :-)

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King George, as the founder of TRF is known by those of us that work there, is a compleat maniac for landscaping and flowers. The grounds at the faire are lushly planted and manicured, and over the years he's built several gardens and arbors and nature walks and stuff. There are planters all over the lanes, hanging baskets of ivy and flowers in front of each booth.

As an example, here's a shot of a flower, (dunno what kind) that sits in a pot in front of the candleshop.



Though it's not usually one of the more popular weekends, as it's hotter than the others, one of the huge advantages of going on the first weekend is that you get to see the faire before the crowds have trampled all the grass into the ground. The faire is never greener and more beautiful than that first day.

Sunday was cold and misty, so the crowds were light. I took the day off to see some shows, and try to get some decent pics, though the light absolutely sucked on this gray and overcast day. It made it tough to get good shots of any of the acts, as they were moving, so, after a bit of frustration, I decided that static shots were all the light would allow, and headed over to the Water Garden, a relatively new addition to the faire, only a few years old.

The Water Garden is a large square with arches along each side, and a huge fountain in the middle. Each wall is lined on the inside with a pool.

So, if you really like flowers, you might think this pic is wallpaper worthy.

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