I get Bosnian text messages to my computer.
I have a mobile internet connection and therefore I also have a mobile phone number so I can connect to the net. Every now and again I get a text message on what I think is Bosnian. I usually translate the text with the help of Google and sometimes it’s a blessing because of a muslim holiday, sometimes it’s just a hello and best wishes. Even though I like getting messages I finally answered and told them they have the wrong number, I wrote in english since I thought most people would understand that.
It took a minute or so and then I got a new message saying the text was in spanish and that they don’t understand that language 🙂 🙂 But Google helped me again, I translated it all to Croatian instead (The both languages are very close and Google doesn’t have Bosnian). It seems to have worked because I haven’t gotten any new messages 🙂 I couldn’t but start thinking of who had sent these messages and to whom it should have reached. Especially since I found out that my grandfather on my father’s side came from the southern parts of former Yugoslavia.
As most of You know I took a DNA test to see from where I descended since we thought we might be gypsies on my mother’s side and I had no idea from where my grandfather on my father’s side came from. Well as You know it turned out that I’m Russian on my mother’s side and Serbian/ Kosovar/ Macedonian on my father’s side 🙂 🙂 🙂 (that Y-chromosome isn’t especially common even where it is as most common 🙂 and since Yugoslavia back in 1936 was more or less Serbia I’m most likely a 1/4 Serbian) I have most likely cousin’s down there unless my father was the only child that man got.
So I started to think if my Yugoslavian family perhaps was the ones behind those awful war crimes during the Balkan wars or if they hopefully was amongst those who were against it. I’ll never know since I have no idea what name my grandfather had (has? he would be very old though) and I don’t think it’s possible to find it out either since my father’s mother is dead since a couple of years and she refused to tell my father the mans name. Perhaps it’s best not to know, then I can imagine them to be the ones fighting against those war crimes 🙂
Have a great day!