We came to Kruševo for peacebuilding. We spent a restless ten days there. We didn’t stop even during the breaks. Nights of craziness, days filled with talking, the time in between was a purgatory of thoughts. Thoughts of life, so full of savagery and violence, sorrow and pain. How hard it is to change the communities we come from. All of our broken Balkans. It was such a contrast to the place where we were staying. Kruševo was truly a small oasis of peace. Life there had gotten suspended in past times, more modest and humane. The times we all pine for in this modern age of war when instead of flowers we get nationalism infused graffiti sprouting everywhere, a punch in the face, poverty, words too obscene to mention, nepotism and corruption. The war didn’t stop some 30 years ago, it just changed shape. Still, we live in more peaceful times. Shells no longer raining over the heads of people in the Balkans. That is now happening to my friend in Gaza. It’s hard to be grateful for peace as long as we’re just lucky to be alive. I have no illusions, this is not life. You can always go somewhere else. “If you don’t like it, you can leave the country.” Yes, it’s hard to change the communities we come from… but it can and must be done. It’s not a choice. Why do I have to leave my home, my friends and family, exchange the country I know for some foreign land if I want a well-paid job? If I want to be able to start a family one day? Buy a house? Even an apartment? Why would someone laugh in my face to hear that quite ordinary aim of mine? If all of that is unattainable, I’ll remain a dreamer. An idealist. They tell me, ‘You’re crazy’. I’ll be crazy. Crazy to believe it could be better. Not settling for being a passive pawn of politicians getting rich off the silence of citizens, crazy for refusing to tolerate what I don’t like, for refusing what everyone thinks I should bear, for not running away and not leaving the country, its young people and children to continue declining under the pressures of greedy men in power. I want a Croatia without fear. A Croatia of culture, honesty and opportunity. A country that is not slowly dying of disease, old age, graft and the passivity of disillusioned masses left out to dry by authorities that only deign to show their faces on television. I don’t want to run to Germany, or Austria, or America, as lovely as they are, because when everyone who can use their head runs away, nothing will be left. And we can’t run forever. I refuse to wait! If it’s not perfect anywhere, then I’d rather turn and face life where I am, fix what I can, help where I can. The training strengthened me, and the people with me. Now I’m strong. Now I know how.
Kind regards from all of us,
Generation Change
The experience includes excellent professional leadership, diverse and good company, and a host of valuable skills for working with people and on your personal development. This training set high expectations – and exceeded all of them. I can honestly say that it has made me a better and more professional person.