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Realities, 2009–2010: Just Life
some of the happiest times being in those circumstances. I’d spend
hours playing on the pummel and vaulting horses, or swinging on
the parallel bars. They were the good, innocent times of my life,
careless and just enjoying each day with the people there.
Life is a cycle, however. In the years 1999 and 2000, four years after
escaping it, war had caught up with me once more. Explosions went
off in the distance, the ground shook, making the windows tremble
in their frames. I heard the sharp sound of fighter jets breaking the
sound barrier. Their bombs woke me up and forced us to get out of
the gym in the middle of the night. Many refugees were paranoid,
due to their previous experience. Often, bombs felt as if they’d
fallen only a few hundred meters away.
Kosovo held much of the Serbian history, pride, and culture, so
Serbs naturally “denied” the land by force. The States interfered and
for three months, Serbia was bombed and starved economically.
Additionally, even more immigrants from Kosovo poured into Serb
territory. The country was overwhelmed.
The sound of the air raid siren became a common occurrence.
Many times, the bombing caused the power to go out in the gym,
forcing people to cook on fires or mini gas stoves. Others cursed the
pilots for making the TV go out. They’d miss another exciting
episode of Baywatch or Beverly Hills: 90210. On those boring after-
noons, I snuck out to play despite the sirens, but found the neigh-
borhood empty. The basketball courts, the soccer field, and
sidewalks resembled ghost towns. There was an uneasy, eerie silence
to it all, and I briefly felt like the only human being on the planet.
Pinned onto clothes of many people were stickers or papers with a
black and white “target” symbol. It was a sign of patriotism, but also
an anti-war statement. Patriotic songs played on the radio, but there
were also some political spoofs, which focused on the then recent
affair Bill Clinton had with Monica Lewinsky. Even though the
country was getting chewed up, there was also celebration and pride
over the images of the downed F-117 bomber.
Over the years, some refugees dispersed to larger cities,
returned home, built new homes, or went to a different country.
Others joined alternative housing programs offered by the govern-
ment, or applied to refugee organizations that helped move them
overseas to more stable countries such as Australia, Germany,
Switzerland, Holland, and the United States.
My mother applied for one of the foreign country programs.
The selections are based on eligibility of the family. Within a few
anxious months, my mom got the “yes” from the organization.
The excitement was overwhelming and everyone was happy for us.
I told my classmates and teachers, who all responded with enthusi-
asm. While everyone was happy for us, they were also sad.
We formed close bonds with refugees and citizens alike, so it wasn’t
easy to say goodbye. However, it was something we had to do;
our futures depended on it.
After all the paperwork and traveling interviews, my mother and
I arrived in Minneapolis, Minnesota on July 27, 2000. In the begin-
ning, my mom was overwhelmed, stressed out, and wanted to go
back. It wasn’t the first time we had to start with nothing but neces-
sities in a foreign environment, but U.S. was a completely different
beast to tame.
I adapted and picked up on things quickly. In school, things
I learned in second or third grade were being taught here in the
fifth. Watching American TV shows in Serbia also paid off. Over
time, all those things I wished of having as a kid, and more, came
into my life. They were the basics here. My own room, my own TV,
my own shower, a big bed, a closet with a change of clothes every
day, a fridge, a large stove, a machine that does laundry, a sink,
a real kitchen table, a thick carpet, and even a couch.
Whenever I think back, I feel lucky and grateful to be here.
Living outside of the U.S. and in the transition, I’ve learned many
things. In war, the only thing I truly know is that people suffer.
After having my “dream materials”, I realized I could have things,
but I also realized not get lost in the pursuit of them and be grateful
for even the basic conveniences. If I ever feel sidetracked in life,
I look back on where I’ve come from and what I’ve been through,
and my priorities are set straight. What made my life wonderful
were the diverse experiences, the people, the relationships, and the
timeless lessons that came in that package. I wouldn’t change those
for anything.
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Dimitrije Zarkovic was born in Serbia to Croatian parents. After his parents divorced, his mother moved back to Croatia, taking
him with her. They lived briefly on his grandparents’ small farm and then moved to a city. From there, he was forced to move back
to Serbia due to the ethnic and religious conflict in 1995. He lived in Serbia as a refugee for almost five years before arriving in
Minneapolis, Minnesota, in 2000. He is still very fluent in Serbo-Croatian and knows some Spanish. Dimitrije has been taking
general classes at NHCC since 2008 and is employed at Target. He has found his diverse life experiences invaluable.