Family Affairs – How it all began

And so it began… Our immigration to “The Promised Land”

Tales from the Promised Land

My Family. My … family. Family? Where to begin? One could say that, in its natural habitat – former Yugoslavia – my family was already far from being normal. My maternal grandmother (Militza) ran away from home, jumped a separation wall in her village only to fall into a ditch covered in poison ivy, and ended up in a home with 15 starving children and adults – all on her wedding day in order to marry the love of her life. That was a day her monster-in-law (my great-grandmother Boya) probably still curses to this day from the grave and the heavens. To get Militza to marry him, my grandfather (Millan) went far and beyond. He only threatened to shave her long lustrous locks in case she refused his proposal. It was marital bliss from that day forward. To their defense, my paternal grandmother (Stanitza) and grandfather (Sreten) were said…

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