Diary Entries of MehmetThe Day of the PelicanRising ActionKatherine Paterson
We are starting our journey, and leaving our land of Kosovo theSerbians had ruined for us. Because of them, and partiallyM...
I still have faith in the KLA. No matter what anyone else says.They fight for our country, they fight for us, and they eve...
Mama told me I should start a school for the little children. Iguess It’s worth doing. The children here have nothing to d...
We are at Uncle Fadil’s, finally with our family. Granny was thereof course, and so was Aunt Burbuqe, also my cousin Nexim...
They were finally doing it! NATO was finally bombing the Serbs!Even though it might’ve been a little of a disaster, it was...
Just before we were about to leave the car was stolen! As if it vanished in thinair, nowhere to be seen. There was no nois...
Time passed, and soon we were entering Macedonia. As we wereabout to have the whole family together, the guards spotted us...
Living in the refugee camp was worse than I thought it would be. I was as if wewere chickens sentenced to jail. But still,...
Home. Home is the one word that sticks to my mind, for we canfinally return home! NATO has won!We can go home, but...we wo...
Baba and Uncle Fadil had a private conversation after we told thefamily what happened back home. Where were we to go to ne...
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  1. 1. Diary Entries of MehmetThe Day of the PelicanRising ActionKatherine Paterson
  2. 2. We are starting our journey, and leaving our land of Kosovo theSerbians had ruined for us. Because of them, and partiallyMeli– I had to be beaten and left in a field to die. Because ofthem, we now have to flee our homeland.We are now camping, instead of staying with Uncle Fadil. Babasays it is to dangerous. This camp…it’s not like home. But it haswater, food, and shelter. I’ll just have to bear it, and act like anadult.I see that Meli is scared. But it will be alright. And besides, dowe really have a choice at this point? We all have to be strong,it’s the only way we’ll be able to survive and help each other asa family.Yours Truly,Mehmet
  3. 3. I still have faith in the KLA. No matter what anyone else says.They fight for our country, they fight for us, and they evensheltered me after I almost died that day. That’s good enoughfor me.They let me have their stove today, to give to my family. Itwasn’t as good as the one we used to own, but it was a stove.A stove Mama could finally use to cook.This evening I talked to Meli about joining the KLA. To helpserve our country, and repay them for such noble acts. Melitold me to not even think of it. That Baba would never let me.But it’s worth a shot. And besides, once you’re in jail, you’renever really a kid anymore.In the middle of the night I snuck out of where we werestaying to go to the KLA soldiers. To try to join them. It wasfine, until Baba showed up and took me back home. Tookaway my chance of joining the KLA. But when I’m fifteen I’ll
  4. 4. Mama told me I should start a school for the little children. Iguess It’s worth doing. The children here have nothing to dobut shiver.Even though I don’t have much to work with, I’ll try my best toteach them at least their letters and numbers.It’s not really much of a school, but at least the kids arelearning something. Life was actually getting better here. Manychildren started joining my classes, and I was happy teachingthem. And also, I was allowed to play soccer because the KLAgave a Soccer ball to play with.But one day, Baba and Uncle Fadil finally came back. He toldus it was safer to travel, and that we were leaving the camp. Itseemed like I was the only one who really saw how this wasn’texactly perfect. I had classes to teach here, and kids who I hadto make sure that they were learning new things. But then ofcourse I had to leave. I’ll just wait till I’m fifteen.Yours truly, Mehmet
  5. 5. We are at Uncle Fadil’s, finally with our family. Granny was thereof course, and so was Aunt Burbuqe, also my cousin Neximaand her kids. But there was now sign of her husband Hamza.Which meant he was probably in the KLA.The house of Uncle Fadil’s became busy. There were alwayschores to do such as feeding the chickens, milking the goats,collecting water, and things of that sort. In between the time Ispend for chores with the men of the family, I teach Isuf andAdul letters and numbers, like at the camp.By tuning in to the radio I now know that the Americanambassador is sending in observers. How will they even helpthough? And now, Serbian troops are massing on the border ofKosovo. As I said, there would be an all out war very soon. Itwas just a matter of time before we would be attacked again.Yours truly, Mehmet
  6. 6. They were finally doing it! NATO was finally bombing the Serbs!Even though it might’ve been a little of a disaster, it was worth it.The Serbs got a dose of their own medicine.The next day I continued teaching the little kids. I taught themabout Kosovo, and it’s history. And how the Serbs had no right totake control over our land. But soon Baba called me to the men’schamber. I suddenly knew something was up.Uncle Fadil, and Baba told me it was time to leave this place. Toexperience that harsh feeling of leaving home. They said it was nolonger safe because of the bombing and all.We are going to travel to Macedonia. Riding the same old car,with the same old feelings of leaving home. I wasn’t happy with it.Uncle’s place felt safe to me. We should go to Albania. But ofcourse ‘baba ALWAYS knows what’s best for us’.Yours truly, Mehmet
  7. 7. Just before we were about to leave the car was stolen! As if it vanished in thinair, nowhere to be seen. There was no noise, and no one out there to steal it. Ikept arguing, telling all of them we should stay but soon we had no choice butto flee again. It was all because of the Serbs. They broke into our house andforced us out of it, making us leave everything behind, leaving us with no choicebut to flee once again.We fled in a wheelbarrow, and after hours lay on the grass to finally rest. Babasuggested that we head down to a farm where he knew a good farmer there.He said he was a good man. Yeah, a good Serb. I had little faith in that manBaba was talking about. Like other Serbians he would probably enjoy watchingus suffer out here with no food or water.I was wrong though. The man lent us a pot for water, and let us collect somefrom the well out back. And also, it turns out that Granny kept some bread withher the entire time, which kept us almost satisfied after drinking water andeating pieces of bread.The entire night I couldn’t sleep. All these thoughts of where we will be in thefuture haunted me. No one, not even Mama, Uncle Fadil, or Baba really knewwhat was going to happen. But I must be strong. I don’t have a choice anyway.Yours truly,
  8. 8. Time passed, and soon we were entering Macedonia. As we wereabout to have the whole family together, the guards spotted usand separated us in box cars…taking us to who knows where?I think that night Hamza was killed. No one spoke of it after weheard a gunshot. Nexima was devastated.Alas the box cars took us to another camp. A refugee camp. Theofficals at the camp assigned us a tent. Meli and I looked for tent147 b. It wasn’t much, but like at the previous camp it had food,water and shelter. And besides, it’s not like we’d be staying therefor long. Bill Clinton and his army will beat the Serbs, and we’ll behome before we know it.Yours truly,Mehmet
  9. 9. Living in the refugee camp was worse than I thought it would be. I was as if wewere chickens sentenced to jail. But still, it was better than suffering in themiddle of nowhere with no food, water or shelter. And at least we all together.Even though we were together, things couldn’t get any worse. Nexima has beenvery sad lately. She hasn’t mentioned Hazma’s name. And also, there wasn’tany soccer field to play soccer, so some people made room for a volleyballcourt. Every time I attacked the ball I displaced all my anger at the Serbs, andat my life on to it. It felt good, finally letting out my anger on something. I neverpassed the ball, I kept it to myself. I was too angry, and wasn’t even finishedbeing angry whenever I was playing volleyball.Meanwhile, the NATO bombers where bombing Kosovo. I kept the radio all tomyself. I had to know what was going on. Although I was glad they were tryingto bomb the Serbians, there were some pretty nasty incidents such as peoplefrom refugee camps being harmed instead of the Serbians. How careless! Ifthey wanted to take down the Serbians, they should do it the right way!Yours truly,Mehmet
  10. 10. Home. Home is the one word that sticks to my mind, for we canfinally return home! NATO has won!We can go home, but...we won’t know what it would be like. Andeven if it is safe, they journey will be an arduous one.And since we’re not sure if it is safe, us men: Baba, UncleFadil, and I of course will go first. Finally, to be counted as one ofthe men! …Once we were back in our homeland, we realized everything wasdestroyed. We went back to the camp and told the family. Theywere devastated of course. Baba is now clueless of what to donext. We all are.Yours truly,Mehmet
  11. 11. Baba and Uncle Fadil had a private conversation after we told thefamily what happened back home. Where were we to go to next?Finally, they told us. We were going on a long journey. We aregoing to America.I might even meet Bill Clinton someday! And thank him for whathe’s done. Thank him for the bombs. He should’ve come to ourcamp to see us.A few days later I found out someone was giving english lessonsfor those who were listed to go to America. I quickly joined andlearned as much as my brain could take. I learned so much I gotto teach Baba when he (as usual), was always behind.Finally, we were going to America. The Church in this place calledVermont was sponsoring us.Yours truly, Mehmet

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