Yesterday, Yasemin was visiting us. Last time we saw each other was when she moved to Hamburg and that is (already :/) two years ago. We met at the IBE institute (Institut)  für Medizinische Informatik Biometrie Epidemiologie. She bought Ada these cute toys, plus a car and a bee-toy that Ada loved. Ovog vikenda smo imali posjetu iz Hamburga. Dosla nam je Yasemin koju sam upoznala na IBE (Institut za medicinsku informatiku i biometriju e epidemiologiji) . Zadnji put sam je vidjela prije dvije godine kad se preselila u Hamburg (kako brzo vrijeme prodje :/) Kupila je Adi preslatke igracke s kojima se Ada dugo (10 min) zabavila 🙂

Later, I drove Yasemin back to the central station, where we also took a coffee noticing that the station was so overcrowded.

Odvela sam Yasemin na centralnu stanicu gdje smo i popile kafu. Primjetile smo da je puna stanica ali smo se toliko zapricale da nismo skontale zasto je tako pretrpana.

Going back to the trains we saw the refugees that whole Europe is talking about. It broke my heart to see children lie on the floor. I saw these tired, dirty and resigned faces. I wanted to take picture of them but I felt bad about it. As wouldn´t I show any respect to them. I felt like I would have taken pictures of animals in a zoo, so I refrained. It reminded me too much of 90-s when Bosnian people where running away from the war and how people looking at them thought that they were coming from the jungle. I was helping out and translating when the guy showing them around in the refugee camp told me to show them how to use a WC! I was wondering if he was serious. He was! I said to them in bosnian what the guide had said to me and my landsmen got upset. Among them was (previously) a very wealthy men asking the guide if he preferred the french or english bathroom… well the guide didn´t know…This scene I will never forget because it told so much about how low people think of refugees…Kad smo se vracale prema vozovima vidjele smo da su to ustvari prognanici o kojima citava Evropa prica. Slomilo mi se srce kad sam vidjela djecu kako leze na podu i cekaju. Ili kad vidis one umorne, prljave i rezignirane face ljudi koji su dugo na putu i koji su izgubili svu nadu u ljude. Prvo sam ih htjela slikati ali sam u trenu promijenila misljenje jer mi je ispalo nezgodno, kao da slikam zivotinje u zoloskom vrtu pa sam odustala od slikanja. Podsjetilo me na 90.e kad su bosanci bjezali od rata i sjecam se kako su ih ljudi gledali kao divljake iz dzungle. Nikad necu zaboraviti  kad sam bila u jednom kampu prevodioc i sad onaj vodic vodi ove novodoslice kroz kamp da ih upozna sa pravilima i tako to. I stane ti on pred jednim klozetom i mene zamoli da im objasnim kako se koristi wc-solja. Ja sam ga upitala ako on to ozbiljno misli. Bio je skroz ozbiljan! Prevela sam na bosanskom i ljudi se naljutise i uvrijedise. Medju grupom bio je jedan dosta bogat covjek (saznali smo to kasnije) koji je pitao vodica ako on preferira francusko ili englesko  kupatilo, a vodic nije znao razliku. Tu scenu nikad necu zaboraviti, jer je tako puno rekla o tome kako ljudi gledaju prognanike…