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Twenty seven years ago, I was a baby. As is the case with any other baby, I had no idea what kind of a person I was going to be. But, now, I know. I know what kind of a person I am. I am the happiest, most amazing, most wonderful person I have ever had the pleasure of being.
Becoming the me that I am at the moment took some work, so, I’ll take you back to the beginning.
I was born on July 13, 1989 in the city that was once known as Titograd in what was the Socialist Federal Republic of Yugoslavia.
A few months after I was born the Berlin Wall came tumbling down. A few years after I was born Yugoslavia descended into the madness and barbarism of war.
The earliest memory of that war is one of my father standing in the doorway. He had a beard. I hadn’t seen him in a while. Later, I came to understand that he had just returned from a battlefront. As a toddler, I couldn’t understand the pain that was radiating from him, but I did understand the joy that overcame his pain when I smiled at him.
Yugoslavia, or what was left of it, was in a state of war throughout my early childhood. Even if you have never experienced it firsthand, I think you can understand that the horrors of war can severely scar a person for their entire lives. Leaving them spiritually crippled. But something, perhaps the eternal, omnipotent sunshine of pre-adolescence, immunized me, allowing me to become the me I now am, the me that smiles naturally and laughs easily.
When I was about three years old, I started learning how to read and write. Apartment building neighbors were fascinated with this, so I had an abundance of books, notebooks and writing utensils to play with. Learning was a passion, from a very young age.
My three year old self also served the apartment building as a phone book – I had memorized everybody’s phone numbers – and neighbors would even bring their friends to watch a three year old child recite dozens of phone numbers.
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