My mom and dad refused to believe that people who had grown up together in peace and friendship, had gone to the same schools, spoken the same language, and listened to the same music, could overnight be blinded by ethnic hatred and start to brutally kill one another. They simply didn't accept as true that less than two years of a multiparty system and competition for power could poison people's brains so much.
Savo Heleta, Not My Turn to Die: Memoirs of a Broken Childhood in Bosnia
ethnicity, friendship, peace, politics, power, war