6/6 ”I don’t know how long I slept, but at some point, the man woke me up and said it was too dangerous to stay. We had no idea where to go, but we just kept moving. We slept in destroyed and abandoned houses. Sometimes we would find some food. I could barely walk. He would often carry me. There were so many moments where I wanted to give up, but he kept pushing me to continue. I felt so weak. I was so exhausted from all the blood loss. I told him he should continue the journey without me. He would have a better chance of surviving on his own. He refused to leave me alone. He kept telling me that I should stay strong and that we would make it. He was truly a brave man. We slowly continued our journey together. One day, we were crawling through the high grass and we arrived at a nearby village. We saw people and overheard their conversation. They were speaking about Srebrenica. My friend said: ‘Maybe they are Bosnians.’ We got closer, and we could see that they were wearing traditional Bosnian clothes. My friend approached them, but when they looked at us, they got so scared they ran away. We were completely covered in dirt and blood. I don’t remember if I lost consciousness or not, but the next thing I remember is waking up in a village with lots of people around me. They were pouring drops of water into my mouth. I started to cry. I realized: we had survived.”