Everything started during “the war in Kosovo” when my father was wounded and my brother was killed. Of course, the war has its consequences and pain, but in my family the pain was so deep because of the death of the only son in the family (my brother) that it became a nightmare. My brother’s name was Kujtim and he was 18 when he passed away. He was born in 05.09.1979 and was killed in 19.07.1998. I was born almost three years after his death in 2001. My parents loved me very much, but they would still miss my brother.
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