Every November 25th marks the beginning of 16 Days of Activism Against Gender-Based Violence. Although the phrase “against” has long been in use, I prefer the word “towards,” because, perhaps illusorily, it evokes an image of equality. I choose to believe that it is possible to escape violence and that society is ready to shed the shackles of imposed patriarchal values and step toward equality for all members of our society.
President Vucic’s strategy to announce the internal dialogue on Kosovo in May without any first talking points, without the established framework, without even participating in it, succeeded completely, and soon, out of the all possible interlocutors, he will remain the only one, which is the most comfortable position for him.
And I used to be such a cool gal, easy going. It all started with a visit to the ‘heart of Serbia’ and some strange people taking out and selling kidneys, and lives exactly there in the ancient habitat of all Serbian (if only Serbs would decide if their ancestors were Arbanasi or Slavs).
OK. The aim of this text is to fulfill certain needs. To begin with, it needs to fulfill my need to express a huge gratitude (not merely enough) to the Youth Initiative for Human Rights for inviting me to be one of the participants of a visiting program in Prishtina. Had it not been for this trip, the probability of me ever visiting Prishtina, would be equal to a statistical error.
We were not one of the people with prejudices. Some of us have already been in Prishtina, some have heard amazing stories from the others, and some had no idea where exactly they were going or what was waiting for them there. I belong to the second group. But no matter how many stories I’ve heard, nothing could resemble to what I have experienced.
