It was wonderful meeting our guest speaker Zala.
She was incredibly kind and I took pleasure in everything she had to say. I
learned a lot about Bosnia and its current state of affairs. I feel as though
it benefited me in a way that forced me to see the world differently.
Nonetheless, I feel very fortunate to grow up in a democratic nation. Although
I've briefly heard about the civil war and lingering affairs that surrounded
Bosnia when I was little, I never realized the magnitude of its complications.
After listening about its history and on going political and national quarrel I
had a hard time grasping its circumstance. Upon hearing about the mass rapes
and genocide that the governing party at the time had participated in, I was
disgusted and bewildered given our worlds modernity. Although I believe that
stuff like this continues to exist in some parts of the world today, the
subject is never easy to discuss. It's one of those "Wow, that shit is
crazy" moments and all you can ask your self is why. It’s an unfathomable
topic that’s just unimaginable and incomprehensible to me. Upon hearing about
Zala’s past and about her parents being journalist and risking their lives to
document their country’s history and helping others from danger, it made me
think about my life and how blessed I am. It’s stories like this that makes me
feel so grateful of the people around me. For
Those Who Can Tell No Tales on the other hand was a film that I was not particularly
keen about. Given its subject matter , I thought the film portrayed
a very powerful message to say the least. Though disturbing, the gorgeous and
supple cinematography helped me view the film in an artistic way that allowed
me to absorb its eerie nature. The fact that the Bosnian government is in denial
of these wicked crimes disgusts me even further and identify them as cowards. But,
since I believe the power of films and media are formidable and therefore pervasive,
the victims will eventually get their story heard.
One Love.
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