I met a man about seven years ago who had been in a Serbian death camp. He never told me his name, but he told me his dream. He wanted his home to be peaceful again. He was very old when I met him, and today, for his sake, I hope he is dead. The men who ran the camps were acquitted. He had to share a single glass of water a day with seven ( Read more... )

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