Thursday, 13 August 2015

WHO IS IT ?

As I said in the last post, by the time we got to my Dad's house, it was 9:30 pm ,and like any rural area, totally dark. We go up to the door and knock . My mind is going in many different directions. "What if he's not home?  Is everything okay? We'll have to go to Mostar to find a room for the night". We all go up the stairs to his front door. Just outside the front door, we find large pieces of broken glass. "What is this?" I ask myself. I knock. No answer. I knock again. Then a light goes on. "Who is it?" my Dad asks in Croatian. "It's us" I answer in English. He opens the door, and is clearly excited to see us, especially the kids. He says, " I thought you were coming tomorrow night", and I reply, "So did I !"....