Tada

I personally will not stop writing my story. It was March 1999 and we were home, mother and grandmother were preparing lunch, it was the feast of Eid the first day. Unexpectedly, one of the neighbors' wives enters and tells us that everyone from the neighborhood is running away from home, because the Serbian soldiers were expelling them without a word. Immediately my mother and grandmother mobilized with the situation and took all the food and put it in some boxes, my father started to take everything he thought would work for us, took the opel cadet car and got it ready, the most interesting thing is that My grandfather Tada was almost ready first but, when my father told him to come with us to flee to Montenegro or Albania he refused, he stayed at home even after some other attempts that my father made to convince him to come, but in vain, he was angry with the perennial enemy and wanted to defend the threshold of the house as everyone would do. And Tada did, I stand, and he resisted the enemy, until the moment he was killed, cruelly at home. He fight he was surrounded he resisted.