Hello to you all! Here you will hear a story about me. Born in 1988 in a small village in Bosnia. Even as a child I had big plans in my small village. Everything was bright for me. Looked at everything with positive little children's eyes. Dreamed of own family, own children. Dreamed of what the future will look like when I gets bigger. Had a vision of how many animals I should have on the farm. How my children will help me take care of the animals and the farm the same way I helped my parents. Everything was so beautiful and fairy-tale rich in my little children's eyes, exactly like an excerpt from a storybook. I lived for those days and the happy time on my farm. The plans were apparently too big for me or was I too big for my plans and dreams?. One morning in 1992, I was woken up by my parents. I didn't know what was going on. Apparently I was going to get dressed and pack. The food is ready, it's time to eat outside on the balcony. I wasn't allowed to eat in there! Why right now and why the last meal? Well it is that after the meal it was time to leave all my dreams and the future I had planned out in my life through the eyes of my little children in my. Then it was time to leave the country because of the war. Soon we will go home, says father, i ask when, he says soon ,soon my son. Now 30 years later, father is no longer here, there is nobody telling me when we are going home.

I meet my wife ,have two wonderful children .The boy is like me on all fronts curious ,have big dreams ,wants everything I dreamed about farm, animals he wants the life I saw with my little children's eyes. The girl is mischievous but loves freedom, animals and life space.

Now we have decided to move down within a half year, no matter what. It can't get any worse than it is right now.

we count on all of you and we know that many of you reading this are in the same situation, but simply not daring to move.