Separate But Equal Suffering

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     Pain, Memories.  Hurt.  Brutalities.  Inhumanities.  So close.  So far.  Healing.

     The War Museum in Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina is much more than a living memorial, to me.  It is a breathing beast of history...sent, established to keep the stories fresh enough to prevent us from forgetting...not them, us.

     Maybe it isn't so easy to forget the immense suffering of the war in BiH; but, some of us hadn't even realized it occurred.  The war happened between 1992 - 1995; I was in high school during that time and don't recall it being mentioned.  So far, so close.  It may have been aired on the news, briefly, I don't know.  

     Yes, that time in my life was filled with personal trauma, turmoil and stress.  But shouldn't I remember the turmoil, stress, trauma of others, especially on that scale?  Well, I don't.  What does that mean? Are the sufferings of others not important to me, to us?  Do we get a pass for not knowing if we were enduring our own hell at the same time?  Is there a hierarchy for suffering? Is it possible, plausible for the suffering of one to outweigh the suffering of another, the other, others? What do we do now?

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