The story of Mother Fate who doesn't know where her missing son is: His son-in-law is here. He called me na...

Reshat, Mitrovica's youngest son of the Korkin family, when the terrors of Serbian power intensify in 1998 through the Drenica area, is included in the country's defence and begins to be missing from home often, ever returning February and mainly late hours of night just to get new clothes. Reshat's activities and whereabouts remain mysterious for his mother, Fatimen, who remembers the determination of his son who received in response to domestic shortages: “Where to be completely, I and the cone. And where the others are, I'm in trouble. That I, with the nights of my youth, don't be”.

Lucky Carkey: Confession to the First Self

I come from Rudnik Village. Lucky name but Nime called. Both brides and children and grandchildren. All Nime calls. As a girl, very nice coma. I grew up in five years. Big family, we're getting it. Anyway, our terms pass from our cone, but it's a lot of fun, man, that the father-in-law had eight Sundays and eight chips. That's great. When I had a two - year - old relationship, my husband, I am Bajrami, had his father's aunt over the subject, and when my aunt passed away, they gave me something to say. Two years old, I mean when our families met, 17-year-olds slaughtered me.

I went to school. Yeah, I can't even do eight. Even with husband Bajram very well. When we were married, we had a good wedding. Even the co-bo canary. Bajrami, before getting married to us, in Obri lives as a family, and Bajrami's father kalu here in Mitrovica. I also live in Rudnik, but most of it in Mitrovica. Good coma here too. Homeboys had two father-in-laws, sister-in-laws, sister-in-law. It's a nice neighborhood, the biggest non-coon.

Bajrami has been working in the pipeline factory. That's right, the job gave him a flat and a cabin for the bar. The six years I've had in the north. Our apartment at SUP. The IDs that we received, there were the first dwellings we made in Mitrovica, we had. Even there's a good kalu song. With good age gone, like slaves, and leads dogs with them, never bad dogs had. Incommunication raises four children. Chika Zahida, massacred the boys, Musa, and Isa my youngest son, Reshat.

Chika, Zahidya, is married in Debar. He's got a boy. Musa was out of school, man. It'll take time for work in Zvecan. Yeah, when the fuck started from work all over, our cone went out there and they had one with the stuff. He's gone or he's gone. When he arrived that day, he said: “Wallahi, we were given military access to a task force of” Moses is now in Holland. Two girls. Okay. Is a cone in Holland. They've left a small boy in Holland.

It's time for war here. Yeah, you don't get nowhere. Go, go, go, go. You're gonna be okay. Where are you standing when you're leaving? He said: “I said: “Nana, if there's no friends with”. He said: “No, the coma wants friends”. I said: “Yeah, you have friends. You've had them, but you've had, like, two, you've had a whole lot more”. He said: “

I did it right, because he didn't. You're out all day. I didn't know. I said, "The “Res, all day long with friends is”." I had him in front of the book. Bajrami's ex- pension was about to come up with the lid, we were going. We said to the boy: This guy you're staying with? Never speak to me again, until once my husband said: ” take it nice and clean, where you're going”.

I told him: <x0... He said: “I said, "Don't take Reshat, get under”." He told me: “Hers: “Where are you coming from? ) He said: “If there's a Praequez, you can get me friends to go to Lubavec, and we're out of here, so you can write” He said: “Where ours, I have a cone of” I said: “Reshat, son I am, I'm Tutsi. Look at the militia that we've got, like, ” The whole north side is a cone of militia. Yeah, he went that way. It's been a day, it's been a cone in Bare County. He said: “We're out of welcome in Bare, we're running away from you because we're”

When the war was made in Recak, the cone was watching TV and it started on the floor. All three of us, including Bajrami. And so, a duel in the kitchen, he said: “It never happened. Just went everywhere. O cone in Albanian, there are nights. There, have they taken guns from anybody or what they've got? I don't know. He's got Nizemedin Spahiun. That cousin's in charge.

O Dafiram is off to go with his jemmania. When he got out, I was all in front of our militia door. They got Bajram, they got him in. SUP. We've had it here, by the way. I didn't even know why he didn't. They even questioned Bajram. And it wasn't too late when the bell rang. Full of doors. They said our deshatin comes to pick up. I said: “It's not a sub-x1> Said recognise: “Yes he's attached KLA” Today speech, I'm not yours at all, I said: “We Albanians are. All Dudiquez with KLA is”. Our swelter down the stairs.

So you're late. Reshat came in and said: “Nime, where are you going? I said: “O nat, they came in, and they're going to knock you out too”. Masshaw or go yourself. SUP, when they found out his father was taken. Bajrami was owned for The KLA, for war, had even started playing. He went to protect his father. They have now left Bajram. Now, you and yourself: “are you KLA?” That they saw him.

Bajrami, when he got back, called back what they had: CK? Do you work for the KLA?” There was a cure somewhere else he couldn't see, nor could Bajram be able to read. It's been shot down.

They have enough left before Reshat went there. Now the tart is left. And the brandy beat him up. Yeah, you could've told me shit, but I've never heard of anything. But they didn't put him inburg. Now, the left station, it was when you left it, it came here, but from that day on, the boy was never a night away.

Even before, even if it wasn't a story, I'd be a mess. Former summer, my friend: I found his collar. Duel, until the first night, you're not back. As soon as he got here, he said, " “I'm going, they want friends. ” I said: ” Yes, you just came to me” He said: “I'm going, and menirendna”

The night he got chemical and paper. It's too late. I left the door open. He wrote it down: “Father Sadik or con Bayram's grandfather, he too, drinks in 1945, measure of World War II.

I'm up. He fell for nothing. I made breakfast. I went to his room, called me with a hanger. When ashes, paper on the pillow. He's right there. I get that letter, I give it to Bajram. He said, "Hey, hey, come with us, and find us this letter” They don't wear us. And I'm in charge of Bajram, because for myself, I don't think he's gonna get into a button.

Reshat didn't come that night, nor did he come all day to the maneser or come. You know, I stayed when I saw him coming. When he came, I said: Quietly, everyone told me: > Where to ours, me too. Where to our myth, I'm also” Nate a couple of days, a duel again. I didn't mind what he got, if he'd got cats, socks, panties. And winter shoes. Dilke, go, do you want to get in Prekaz, do you want a lubovec, in Bar, his soul knows it all the way. Take care of me, have a good time.

A day later his father said: Come along with the water.” Where I was told, Reshat wasn't in any way, but he's got it. And I was, like, mad at you like a mother when Rheshat came in. I said: "That two days are going for me." "Do a drop of water to drink well enough, never a good bread without an inhalation." What did you write? He said: “And I have to go as Sadik Baba. That all of our things”. He ate bread, called me to a nearby sister-in-law, said: “Allahil, what's the situation there? Are you going? I said: “I mean, I mean, for myself, I mean, for Bajrami, I'm also talking about my son,”. He said: “Come on. “No dancing, stay down. They say shit not even the boy's coma. He ate bread and dressed. He said: “I said: <x18 That's it. Just call me where you want to go” said: “You're still talking. Where to ours, I'm in a coma, even where they're all, and I'm in a coma. That me and the other night here and the whole youth were my friends, it doesn't work like that” I said: <x22 You're in.

Come in for days, four times or change. You got dressed, you had to, you got dressed. The clothes are the best they're gonna take his brother out for a drink. I said: “Resads, your father said to go to water inbasche”. They never said nothing. He said: “It's going to rain that the ground has to go left”. I said: “Ra, rain, you come. ” “vij”, said. That duel, I took it to pieces. I had a koike boy in the first guy, beg me to come with me. You go to the building, Reshat himself the second former cone at “Kivi”. I said: “Reshat, my son, come on” He said: “Vij, instead of buying lang, drinking ball and eight of Valbona, because I'm” I got that lang. Let's go. Wait, Rushat, she's coming.

God brought the rain. We had to take shelter until we got wet with rain, we went there. Until the next nine nights there. But he didn't come. I was shocked, I said the militia are coming. We returned to the residence, and when it was nine and a half, Bajrami fell, he said: “Mor Reshatti was delayed”. I told him: “The quiet coming, that it all comes. ”

I had a sleeping case. The key door's off. When I woke up once, he was a puppy in the room of the others. I say: “see night clock. Where are you now? He said: “Where ours, I'm in a coma. You don't worry, mother is”. You name it Precazi, and Lubovec, and you name it Baren, ours these floors. I said: ”E What are you looking for? He said: “I'm going this way.” And the former ears, he said, "Are you going to get me this shit?" He begged for the sake of the sun, and the fuck was Jesus. He said: “I'm dating, and I'll be right back.” He dressed, he did, he said: > Open the door, son, sleep, because s'voonohna” Yeah, where I got the trouble. That duel. I told him: “Reshat, don't be late for the night.” I even told him: “Notta, a nana, full of militia, how do you feel? ” “Let me tell you what's wrong with you. Son of a bitch, you locked the door, that s'voonohna” I said: “I'll leave the door to you.” By the time you take a shower, Our oxen meet your last words.

After days of watching them in life, I could watch them until they're through the stairs. I waited until four. Sleep wasn't a mess. Jomçu qu njurret 4, has opened the door to the room and saw, but it hasn't come. It's that when you're wearing a shoe, you don't allow shoes in your own room, but it's right in front of the dam. That same night, wait, s'ka, wait, s'ka. When he went to Sabah, we told Bajram that nothing came to him. He said: “koft, comes measure time” I said: “is coming and coming out, and if you're going to tutna” Bajrami mić: ” Whatever you think you're coming.” I was upset. Too much. I said to myself, it never stopped; it was two months, his body never stopped. Hasn't slept properly, hadn't eaten, nor drank, nor são coo calm. Except for me: Like ours, so am I. This Kosovo is our country”.

Wednesday night. Other things I don't know about. Not even a friend who comes out and talks about us, they said he saw it. Nobody. And it slaughtered everything that our cones those inhabitants came in, just for us: I lied to him, I told him you wanted friends where they'd go to the curtains.

When the war was over, that day the hell NATO is ashes, our brothers came to us from the Debre. Last night in Debar, the chip where you put it. They brought us on our bus. Jenna comes with the elders. What a day, what a date.

When we arrived, we went to Bayram's father. Masana jena went to the residence. When we left, it was ba Barcada. I didn't even know eitheran, even though I cried 36 years in a coma, at the SUP. And they say Bayram on the bridge: “you don't get it, except for the woman”. Bajrami got a little warm and started... Yeah, I broke his dagger. Did he say: “A tutesh?” I said: “Cadals, I went to the nalt residence in Albania, had a lot of headscarves on the way.

When I am hi njhymia, you get a “bam boom”. But there was nothing to wear. They crashed the doors for the blow. Dul Nisada ıalakov said: "Why are you here?" I said: “Pata enjoyed seeing my apartment.” He said: “I'm missing what he sees.” I said: “Anyhow, if it's left on the block”. He said: "You're getting upset." I said: “Ja, don't upset” I'm stuck. I'm ashes. All the goods were dropped out of their balls, and they'd made their homes. I'm going to check the apartment papers. They weren't touched. I'm in charge, I'm in charge. Even the Czech t'expension of Bajram on land and coma. You want pictures of what I found, I got it, I'm out. I returned to my father. Baba Rahmetlija mić: <x14 Which way did you come, daughter? I said: “Pate, I'm here, but all on the ground, Daddy, they've got it!” He said: “Are you upset? I said: “But I'm a heart you know, that this is where you've been spending six years, and I need you to stay away from me. When I came to the bridge, Bajrami was a former resident. I said: “Bayram, the whole former destruction”.

Nesri at five in the clock you are a man. Still, on the bridge we were told: “Gruja bon, you're going to be”. Said Bajrami: “A tutesh?” I said: “They're still saying "fuck you" no. No, I didn't. Former Sejdiu Sulejmani there, he said: “Where do they stand?” I said: ”Nobanes. ” “How did you get in the building?” I said: “N ebanes” And I haven't been out five days. I'm gonna put it all out, all the way to the balcony. It destroyed everything. It's a coma. Even sleep here. Even an old nalt fuck or cone, the head is called, myth: ” Don't tut” I used to say: “Not Tutsi” And it's true I'm not yours. That I had it all wrong with my son.

Masse jena, two years measure of war coo on the north side. Albanian Asni são cone there. Me too, Bajrami. Never yours, Bajrami never comes out. They fixed our apartment. Jarabi, Godless, we had nowhere to stay. Bajrami skduk, but insokak stands, a hundred borers after him, tybe inhocarkas.

There's an axham, three of us. Civilians were cones. Good day for what we come for. I opened the door, the hin mrena. I've been in trouble for days, but I've never talked about it in my life. Nor will you ever wish. And they say to Bajrami: “tomorrow, John Kennedy is going to be”. I was just wondering what's out there. I thought of these carpets that we'd always stick to the walls. You're talking to Bajrami, and they're saying to him: “And you, too, your wife is saying that you're also n'tapathic. Bajrami here shouted: “get out of the apartment, that the apartment is”. I told you Albanian: “Who dares to touch the door quietly, let the girl come, but from the text house where I went”. Two years brother-in-law cried last night, until we came in. That all our gray shit, it's cones. In our garage, all of us prey, our gray weeping, in the neighborhood of the Bosniaks. Massacre's done. Oh, my God. It's all about being a puppy.

It's been a long time since Bajrami's been watching for the work of Reshat. And it doesn't just go out for a boy. For everything we found nothing. And it's on TV too, in all the media, or it says: “Vec for my son I don't go out. All the way out of here. I've never heard of anyone say anything, nor come with them. Except for Bajrami, who goes out like this.

It's just like a nat... it happens twice, so it's where I'm not, but I was, like, sitting down. My son-in-law is here. Jom Chu, fill the window, screech. I'm down. He's got his son-in-law coming back again, as long as he can, he called me “Nime! Again, no. The dogs have happened twice in the joy of where they are. Uh, me, Nana, I don't think so. I said get out of here! I've been happy to get out of here somewhere. It's just yourself, even with the horn as loud as you can: “Reshaiat”!

As a child, thou beloved's cone, very painful, very quiet, I've enjoyed talking, and never laughed at her for mispronounced from anyone. Never. A school went, went to technical high school. He learned well, you kind cone, never a word of advice, never had I as a parent when I was going to a welcome party, or I went to school when I was not. And all in the garden, when the fuck y'all found the keys in the lock, they were dancing with you and the fuck forgot the key in the lock outside. How many of us came across the three boys here, before I ran away, all three of them smoked. Go, go, buy, work. They were beating as long as they could get to Ferri's. I had fun outside to get out, work me out.

Since it was day by day, I'd rather enjoy the scytatin soe unsanitably than the day Aid, his nephew, was born. They called us in the phone, they told us: ”Isa has a son”. I read it. It started with the fours, so much fun. He said: “que I'm glad, you can't even guess what you can get, that I need to say something “Even members of my family don't know what he said, and today we're saying it. He said: "Not that I was a brother, but that I had a father and a sister and a brother's mother, all in a coma after”." I've had enough of my friends to celebrate that night. With tears in my eyes, I drink joy until I get out of my way. The greatest joy Aid ever had.

But I never dare to think so. She's welcome to Kosovo, in the war she's given her life for this country. Maybe I'm wrong as a nana, that nanna never saw her grow up. Only all of us went to quiet Kosovo free. Ours. And Jarabi, thank God that ours was delivered. But don't abuse these people. It's fine. It's worth the crap that we went through. For days, this shit with blood. But Con has seen God's eye, so it is.

Listen, I don't want anything from anyone, except for a good word and I do. I'm as big a wish as I am to you as I am to you, it's to have understanding, first of my own family. The family is clean. Every season in the world who can swing the family and interfere with me is a big mistake. Our night you have, and you're a whole family, but you never understand. Just our whole tckota stuff. I cried what we had with him alive, since we had mutual understanding. Oh, just a good word to say it.

Both Bajrami and I have never been out of town, along with families, but I can never talk to each other. Thanks from there to Pristina, Hashim Thaci, Isa Mustafa, Hajredin Kuci, our exit, have spoken to us, we have been given hope. Is Mustaf doesn't talk about it, but he mentions extinction. As a nat, my mind never gets removed from my son, but you can't pick it up with it, because one word don't fit, I get at a very bad level. And they laugh, too, who has children. What about them? They're so full of shit. I believe that.

For last, in public, say drink your heart, for 19 years or so, I don't know my son. God knows. Thank you very much. Whatsoever you asked of your Lord was granted. You did well to come to this family. That there's no minute that I'm thinking of edifying, unless the baby's asleep, and when he's had his pills. It was like a piece of my body. But where do I get all these things, and my son is right there. Tana nana like me. I'm sorry. I have fun, even though I know nothing, even with them at night, talk to me. That's a really good conversation. By all means, they understand my mother's pain. The family has pain too, but not nana.

Bajrami never set foot. It goes straight, it's coming in. Since I don't know my son, it's easy for Bajrami and bon. It's a natural life I've been with for 60 years. I mean, I can't talk to Bajrami myself, nor can you be upset about his business. What about me? How are you doing? Longer in me, screech. My mother's name didn't mention Reshat on her husband's surprise. Do I upset him? Never. He never saw my face before. Never. Nor does a coma destroy anyone's wedding, joy, loss, or ruin. I've never ruined anyone's peace. They have a tie, they play. So, by Allah, give us good news. Jarabi's good to see us. God gave everything. Too many routines, that in all adversity, one person is mistaken. Yeah, well, tell me: “I didn't stand before the Great Lord. Does this heart heal? Not until you're alone. My mother's mother had no children without tears; no grandchildren. But I don't know if he's in the mood, or if he's in the mood, or if he's in the mood. I don't know where it is. Nanna's got it all figured out, all her heart is.

(This confession is part of “Living with memories of the undiscovered: A book memoir of the family of missing persons from the recent war in Kosovo”, carried out by the ZFD program forum in Kosovo and Integration, in co-operation with the Burimore Centre for Undiscovered Persons, with support from the Federal Ministry for Economic Co-operation and Development (BMZ), Rockefeller Brothers Fund and the Swiss Embassy in Kosovo)