Iva’s ABC Final – On with celebration… Wooot! Lets see who was in my ABC!

It rhymes… get it? πŸ˜€

Soooo…

What have we been doing from 1st of March? Iva’s Awesome Birthday Challenge!

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Yaaay!

And you really did make me happy with your entries, comments and likes on Daily questions and themes. πŸ™‚ Thank you for celebrating with me and participating. So, it goes in no particular order, the participants:

EXPLORATIOUS with more entries, full of beautiful photography:

MY DEAR SHETALL also with few amazing entries, thank you my friend! πŸ˜€

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From Shetall post “Tweety”

CRAP I BLOG ABOUT has blogged about my crap. πŸ˜€ :

http://crapiblogabout.wordpress.com/2014/03/01/once-upon-a-time/

NOE:

http://noestyle.wordpress.com/2014/03/07/my-blessed-birthday/

MISS LOU ACQUIRING LORE has surprised me and dug up some oooold photos from her best birthday. πŸ˜€ :

http://misslouella.wordpress.com/2014/03/10/my-best-birthday/

THE PRESENTS OF PRESENCE had an amazing story of sharing and caring πŸ™‚ :

http://misifusa.wordpress.com/2014/03/09/the-cookie-thief/

Marilyn from SERENDIPITY

Cee from CEE’S PHOTOGRAPHY

and SCARΒ with their comments πŸ˜‰

And special thank you to my girl Barbara Bee who decided to join even though she doesn’t have a blog. πŸ™‚

You have made my day more special and your kind wishes and entries made me happy… I’m sending you love and positivity… ❀ Also, thanks to all of you who were liking every day and following the challenge. πŸ™‚

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From http://mkalty.org/thank-you/

I have already in my mind constructed an idea of probably monthly category of Iva’s ABC but the letters to be “Amazing Blog Category” πŸ˜‰ We will see… It’s a shame the photo to go to waste, isn’t it? πŸ˜‰

War in Croatia – I got provoked to write

I was in my happy place but then I stumbled upon the blog I will not provide more promotion since it already has much more than its quality, in my humble Croatian opinion.

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I am not a member of any party, the fact I can’t tell for sure for the writer of this blog. How can someone who lives in another part of the world find out the truth when what he/she is reading is biased opinion on the matter carefully put into a lot of actual facts? So that only a person who IS Croatian and has experienced, read, heard and learned about the War in Croatia that lasted from 1991-1995. can tell?

War is no fun. It is terrible, it leaves scars, it leaves devastations for years and years and years and the suffering continues through people who lost someone, through people who lost themselves. It is a matter that needs to be treated very carefully. Because of its high emotions I can honestly say that we can make a bits and pieces of it. WE CAN NOT MAKE A WHOLE PUZZLE BECAUSE EVERYONE HAS THEIR OWN TRUTH.

The blog itself devastated me so much for one reason. Not for the information provided, because, I say again, most of them are on spot. It devastated me because it treats Croatia and Croatians as victims. I refuse to be a victim. My friends, my family, my neighbours refuse to be called victims! Croatia did suffer because of Serbian aggression and that need to be written in the history, but people need to move on. They need to get on with their lives. They need to be happy. They need to see positivity. That must be provided.

And with constantly bringing up war it is just harder. It is not helping anyone. As in many countries in war right now, people need to heal as much as they need the peace. When the peace comes, what does it mean if there is NO PEACE INSIDE?

I needed to write this. I have been fighting this “informations” all my life. My close friend has a father who was in the front lines, my college colleague lost her father in war. My sisters godmother and now my godchild have been evicted from their home and their house was doomed to be burnt to the ground as the others, but thankfully the fire didn’t catch. We visited when they moved back years later and we were eating next to a huge black hole in the center of a house. My cousins were literary running from the grenades. I was lucky to be in the “safe” place so I had to run for shelter and listen to the sirens and bombarding “only” few times. My sister was so small that we had to bring her in warm blanket to shelter so she wouldn’t get cold and cry. I was there! I know what I’m talking about. I am living here, I feel on my skin every decision my government makes, I am shocked by the dimension of never-ending corruption and nepotism…

But I also see people around me have become smarter. They no longer “buy” what is being sold to them. I am so proud! Smart people, smart young people around me recognising the situation and building their lives as being themselves, not “the generation who was in the war”. That is harder for our parents, they know much more. But, they too are starting to let it go. There is a saying; “Don’t forget?” How could you possibly fucking forget it?!!

Healing is needed. No hate. I do not hate Serbian people. I dislike the ones that were the aggressor, as I do for any side in the world. I hate violence! Maybe if I lost someone in the war, I would feel differently. But I see my friends. I see people around me. No one needs to rub their wounds. The wounds need to heal.