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Sometimes when I sleep, I can hear little children screaming. Their cries become louder and louder. Their echoes gradually encompass me. I wake up in a cold sweat. What is this feeling of terror? Was I sleepwalking again? Did I go through a sleep paralysis? Who knows. And why the children? Who are they? Are these the ghosts of Bosniak children Croat separatist forces massacred? Is there a deeper meaning to this? Am I being called to action? To call for responsibility in our wrongdoings without apologism and whataboutism? To spread the word of peace and tolerance, build bridges between cultures and nations and dedicate my life to creating a better future?

 

 

No. These are the screams of children begging Paul Jones to escape a Johnny Valentine Headlock.