The girl from Recak: I'm the generation we've had to carry on fighting for existence.

It was January 15th, 1999, when Recak heated up with the blood of innocent civilian Albanians, and among them some of my family members, from the massacre of Serbian soldiers.

This massacre would shock William Walker himself and the world and emerge as a living testimony of Serb crimes to innocent Albanian civilians in Kosovo.

I was only a child then to become a witness to this genocide, but I still feel the weight of my family's suffering in my chest. I have suffered what is still with the events and challenges of 20 years after the war.

Today, the suffering of Racak is adding to the massive pouring out of young people, unemployment, perspective, and corruption, where I have been driven as a graduate for five years and unemployed. I'm a regular job applicant, but by no means one accepted, since it only takes corruption for that.

But that's not the subject I want to talk about. They say after the war, life goes on with its goods and its bads. Daily life is not a struggle with weapons, but it is a struggle to stay alive, to do various jobs, to get educated, to raise families, and to raise those who go on the way of the generations before us.

It means, I'm the generation that's been taking our lives on fighting for existence, trying to go to school, caring for those who needed family and beyond. So I belong to that generation of Racan's youth, that life has weighed upon us all these trials, whether we had them or not.

It's been five years since I graduated. As a whole generation, I've completed my university studies, but five years it's not possible to find a job. All the world's wise people have said that man as a social being cannot be fully accomplished without work. So without economic independence. But me and my generation, even today and all day, twenty years after Racan's massacre and five years after completing our studies, are still a burden on family economic life.

Until the Kosovo Liberation Army war was held, those who had taken up arms in Racak were almost all young and young.

What happened to Racan and his young men after twenty years?

The memorial complex for Racan's victims and fallen has been established, but it is being destroyed more and more every day. Because if the municipality or who should care for the places where the signs of our freedom were created, there is no way to employ a worker who would maintain the memorial complex, it is understandable that it is slowly destroyed, as it is actually being destroyed. This tragic and proud incident of Racan is remembered only once a year, on January 15th, the day of the massacre. After that, everything goes on with the old one. If Racan visits after this day, he finds that his youth is gone. They've taken the streets of the world to the eye because nobody cares about their employment. You're done with college, you're committing different professions, you're trying to find a job for a living. Even when a job competition can be opened at times, the chances of finding jobs are very, very small. When you're interested in and ask why I haven't been accepted, various officials say the workplace has been filled with a minority. Hence, in this inability to ensure your existence with your work, Racan's young people have seen the world, with letters and letters, with bribes, or without it, with cash, or without them. The important thing is that they are no longer in Racak. Today, after the day of the commemoration of Racan's massacre, when those who have come to visit us are scattered, you see that Racan has remained silent because he lacks the normal vitality and vitality of youth. They have fled their homeland because even after graduation at a university, there is nowhere to work.

It means, if we look at the life of these twenty years actually, nobody in Racan has invested in Racak except for building the memorial complex. Therefore, to avoid becoming a burden to our families, youth have taken the route of Europe to ensure their existence.

Apologies for bringing these concerns before you, I remind you once more that human life does not have only one day, such as the January 15th day of the massacre of Racan. Racan's youth's life has no meaning with just a memorial day, it is life literally, only when opportunities arise for each one to be a member of society with his own work and sweat.