 It's the end of May, 1992, when the war started. They started bombing the town, and I remembered the noise and the earth shaking. We didn't know what's going to happen, so we had to leave. My mom was already gone because somebody got injured, and as my mom was a nurse, they called her to take care of this person. My mom started packing. My sister did that as well. That's where she packed my underwear because she knew I couldn't sleep without it. We would just leave the house and run. And all the older people stayed in the houses, and that's where all of them died. My name is Admiyat Priyanin. Today I live a normal life like everybody else does, but I have a different story. As a war refugee during the Balkan War, we went into the town searching for help. And information as well. And that's when we got arrested and put into the camp, Tanopaya. My sixth birthday was in this camp. You know, being a refugee with this age, you don't know the story. They didn't give a lot of food to the people. They would just give them dried bread to eat, and there were people starving in there. And people told me, go and ask for food. And this was a really tall man in army uniform with a long beard, and he gave me an apple. My mom's friend told her husband to get us out of the camp. Then we went to a refugee camp in Umak, that's where we met other family members. We didn't know if they survived. Back then, you had no cell phone. In total, we were in three different refugee camps, and this is what makes our case very similar to the refugee scenario we have today, because they go from refugee camp to refugee camp with the help of the ICRC, who managed to leave very short. This teddy bear is the only thing left from a postman.