The last time I saw my parents’ Bosnian exchange student, we were living in our own self-absorbed worlds. I was 25, working as a sports writer at USA Today near Washington, D.C., and going through a bad breakup. She was 18, living in Kentucky with my parents, and homesick and traumatized by war.
I didn’t get to know her much mostly because I wasn’t around. My memories of her were from stories my parents and younger sisters told of their adventures together, circa 1995, when Sabina was attending high school at my alma mater, Notre Dame Academy, an all-girls school in Park Hills, Ky.
At the time, I didn’t grasp what she must have been going through. She grew up in Tuzla in northern Bosnia, a city that lost more than 250,000 people as the former Yugoslavia erupted in to chaos in the early 1990s. She was a Muslim whose parents got her out of a war zone by sending her to live in the States and go to a Catholic school. My parents took her to Mass on Sundays and home to the suburbs. It must have been so surreal for her. In the pre-email era, she was cut off from communication with her friends and family, except for occasional phone calls and whatever she got in the mail.
I never actually heard the stories of her war experiences and what became of her life until a few days ago – 21 years after I last saw her – when she and her son welcomed me and my two sons for a weekend visit in Sarajevo.
Even before she learned through Facebook that my family was coming to live in nearby Croatia, she had invited us to come and stay with her. When I realized she was only a five-hour drive away, we made plans for a reunion. Even though I was only a peripheral part of her American experience, I got the sense that she wanted to give back to my family and host us.
She warned me that Bosnia was a country without real highways. Still, I was excited to rent an automatic car for a weekend and set off for the Balkans. I didn’t realize my GPS would take me on a gravel road over the mountains to get there. My 11-year-old asked if we should turn around when we got to a narrow off-roading section near the Bosnian border. But we kept going because I didn’t know how else to get there. I only later read that there are some stretches of road considered “God said good night” (God-forsaken) areas. Luckily, we navigated them while it was still daylight.
When we got to Sarajevo, Sabina greeted us outside her tall, Soviet-era apartment building in the residential area across the river from where she works at the American Embassy. She told me the place she lives now is similar to the building where she used to live in Tuzla during the war, where they would go to the basement during air raids and had no water or electricity and little food. She recalled a time in her teens when her friends all went out to a neighborhood gathering spot and she happened to stay home. More than 70 people were gunned down that day as the Serbs attacked the Muslims, including some of her friends. The town held a mass memorial service so neighbors could gather in safety in the dark of night.
My weekend was an education about a war that I didn’t pay much attention to in my 20s. Ironically, I didn’t know my husband yet then. He was tuned in because he was an American soldier. When Sabina returned to Bosnia, she worked as a translator for the Army in Tuzla at the same base where my husband was working as an Army medic. It struck me how different their world experiences were from mine during that time of our lives. They were experiencing life and death when I was just out of college and felt like I was just beginning mine. I didn’t consider the world’s problems mine.
Sabina took us to war and history museums and to the Tunnel of Hope, a wartime tunnel built to smuggle food, war supplies and humanitarian aid into the city of Sarajevo. She set me up with a Sarajevo city tour guide, Raza, who also had a personal story that struck me. Raza was 11 when the war started. Her younger brother had a learning disability, and his teachers wanted to send him to live with professors in Germany to escape the war. They sent Raza as his caretaker. She and her brother were in Germany for three years, and it changed the course of her life. She speaks German like it’s her mother tongue and English almost as well. She found strength during a time that could have broken her. And she returned to Bosnia because her mother wanted her to come back. As she told me her story, I thought of my own boys, the same age she and her brother were during the war. Could I have left my boys in Germany for three years to escape the war while my husband and I stayed behind? What horrific choices people had to make not so long ago.
Only a couple of decades after the war, we toured a once-burned and now restored Sarajevo City Hall and a history museum filled with before and after pictures and heartbreaking items, like a bloody sweater from a young boy struck and killed by a bullet that first hit his mother.
Sabina showed us some cheerful spots, too – a festival going on in her neighborhood, a restaurant where a celebrity chef was doing the cooking, a hilltop overlook where the kids rode a roller coaster. My 10- and 11-year-old boys were enthralled with her 14-year-old son, who had his own green screen, YouTube channel and 300+ followers.
As our boys became friends, Sabina and I reminisced about her time in America, her experiences with my family, our fondness for the late Sister Mary Reina (who encouraged us both to pursue our interests in art), and the coincidences that brought us together again.
I wished my parents could have been on the trip to see Sabina now and have some closure on whatever became of their exchange student. They hadn’t kept in touch much in the last couple of decades. They weren’t sure what happened to the group of exchange students who came to Kentucky in 1995.
I was glad to talk to my mom last night and tell her Sabina turned out to have a good life. Her experience in America made a real difference. She learned fluent English during her year abroad, and it helped her establish a thriving career doing work for government agencies. My parents should be proud of their contributions and being a safe haven during a time of war. I might not have been paying much attention then. But I’m glad I tuned back in to see Sabina’s happy ending.
Wow! Just Wow!
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I sometimes think of Sabina and the time that she spent in northern Kentucky, so far away from her family and beautiful homeland which was being ravaged by a war that I knew so little about. Both Mom and I were fond of her and her quiet, warm ways. It’s great to learn that she, along with her son, are thriving now at home on familiar soil in the country of her birth.
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She asked about Gramma and remembered the kindness everyone showed her. She returned that kindness to me and the kids.
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Wow! That’s amazing! I’m so happy you were able to reconnect and find out how everything turned out for Sabina. I’m also happy you were able to share with your parents about how they made a difference in her life.
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I am glad I had the chance to see her again!
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This was such a compelling post. I’m so glad you got this experience. I was pretty young during this war and don’t remember much, so this was eye-opening.
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Thanks, Marcie. I am glad to be able to look at it with more perspective now.
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What an amazing story of choices that Mother’s need to make during a war. I cannot imagine being 11 like Raza was and being your disabled brother’s caretaker in a foreign country. Or Sabina who became an exchange student to escape war. Thank you for sharing their incredible stories.
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Looking at things as a mom now brings another dimension to the story. I never thought about it back then.
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Who really does when we’re that young? We probably would just think what a great adventure the other person was having and not focus on the reality.
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Wow Sabina’s stories are so interesting. She does deserve all she’ve gained today due to many adversities she’ve been through. I’m glad that you can get in touch with each other. Thanks for sharing such a fantastic post.
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Thanks for reading, Hannah!
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Wow, this is a really good article! Amazing story and cool that you guys reunited after so long. The history is interesting, really good read!
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Thank you for reading!
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That’s a great article! Thank you for sharing.
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Thanks for reading!
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What a great story! Very cool that you reconnected!
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Thanks! It was an unforgettable reunion!
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Wow! What an amazing trip. It must have been so fulfilling to get to see her again and share a little in her story.
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I feel really lucky to be on an amazing adventure!
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Life is pretty incredible when you think about it! I love this post and everything the story has to offer. Glad she’s doing well, and you as well! (ps: I think it’s awesome that you were a sports writer for USA Today!)
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Thanks, Eloise. Life has certainly brought me to unexpected places!
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It’s great that you guys reconnected after all these years! And to see how a country has healed or is continuing to heal after the war.
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One of the pictures in the post is what they call a “Sarajevo Rose.” When mortar shells hit the pavement, it left a pattern that looks like a rose. Each year, they fill the craters with red resin to represent blood – and roses.
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What an amazing story! I think it’s so important to get to know people from different places and different cultures. If we all did that, I’m convinced the world would be a better place.
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I think you are right about that! If only that could happen!
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This is so cool! What an awesome story. I would love to take in a foreign exchange student. I think that would be great!
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There are lots of exchange programs, so I’d encourage you to do it. Sometimes the effects are long-lasting!
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She sounds like a truly amazing person. I think it is so interesting that they don’t get lost when they have no roads to map it out for them!
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Everything about the trip – from the roads to the conversations – took me on quite an adventure!
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What an incredible experience and memory gained! Sabina has quite a history and story. I have a feeling she has gained wisdom from her experiences. How wonderful that you have one another in this life. Cheers! ~D
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She definitely has grown up from a scared teen who didn’t speak much English to a wise, independent and creative woman who has been through a lot.
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That is so cool you had an exchange student and were able to reunite with her!
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Definitely a highlight of my travels!
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Wow! Thanks for the read! A different kind of travelblog-post with striking personal stories, especially the one of Raza – it must be hard for a parent so send their childs away for keeping them save, not being sure if they’re going to see them again. I’m happy you were able to reconnect with Sabina. Hmm. As for former Yugoslavia… I was 7 when war started there – back then my parents & I used to drive from Germany to Greece for Holidays. I don’t think I could fully grasp the meaning (or reason) for war in general back then. I got a friend&colleague now about my age comming from Bosnia – planning on visiting his home country next summer for some rafting together… I guess I’ll get a lot more insight on the way things were back then…
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So many wars seem like ancient history. Everything in Sarajevo is close to the surface. You can still see the war scars. It was fascinating to talk to Sabina and Raza about their experiences.
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Cool story, loved reading all about it. We had a foreign exchange student when I was in high school and we stay in touch still to this day!
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That’s awesome!
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Oh, my goodness! My heart is so full from reading your experience. Sabina sounds like a wonderful individual! My heart aches that she had to overcome some really hard things in her country. What an amazing opportunity to visit her and bring your children too! A visit like this would change my life forever!
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Thanks, Debbie! It did my heart good to discover she became a strong, independent, wise woman with an open heart and kind son. I am lucky to be on the trip of a lifetime living overseas for a while!
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This is such a beautiful story. When we are younger we don’t realized too many things. Seems like your family had such a huge positive impact on Sabina.
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Thank you for reading. It is interesting to come full circle with this part of my past!
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I am in love with your photos! This looks like one amazing trip.
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Thank you. It really was amazing!
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Great article and nice to read. Reunion after a long time is something precious.
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Thanks! It was unforgettable!
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Bosnia is such an amazing and resilient country, so much beauty still lives there. Your story is incredible, the love from both sides can be felt through your words! As for living in Croatia – how amazing! Good luck with your family’s future! 🙂
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Thank you!
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What amazing stories! I love that your children get these experiences too!
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Thanks, Amber! They are along for the ride (sometimes whether they like it or not!)
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I love your story ❤
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Thank you!
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