Sarajevo, December 1993
We were all sitting around the able eating diner, me my 3 sisters, my brother and my parents when suddenly someone knocked on our front door. My mum, who was sick opened up, i heard from the table 2 men, they were talking to my mum, who was clearly afraid. Then my sister came to me, she told me to come with her. I trusted my sister and we went to her room. She opened up her small wooden closet and said to me: “Go and sit here with me, Alex, trust me”. I did and we went inside. We were there and suddenly we heard gunshots. Three, to be precise. I was scared and would’ve started crying if my sister wasn’t there. I heard my dad yelling something to the two men. The men replied: “We will kill you as well, but we will do it differently”. I heard the two men beating up my father and slowly killing him, while he was forced to watch them, doing all sorts of terrible tings to my mum.
It was a few days later when my sister woke me up,telling me it was safe. I saw blood everywhere and started crying. My sister said that we needed to go and i followed her. We started running away from the city towards the west. It was a few days later when we met an old couple. They asked us what we were doing and my sister explained. The man said to us that they would help us. They said that their dougher wanted kids but wasn’t able to. The man said that we should come with her to America. America, a place i only knew because of books. We were now so close to. We followed the old couple to a better place.
Washington, April 1997
We were already a two years in America with our new “mum”. She was such a nice person and made us feel like we were at home. But i missed home, at home where my friends and i hadn’t really adapted to this culture. I had one real friend in school, Dave. We were best friends and did everything together. Then Dave came to me and said. “I have three tickets for the game tonight but my grandpa can’t come, do you want to come”. I told him that i loved to. I wasn’t really sure which game he was talking about, but i was up for it. Later it worked out to be a game of DC United, the local soccerclub. I never really watched soccer before so this was without a doubt something new for me. DC United managed to grab a 2-1 victory, but this was the day i started loving the game.
The next few years i went to every home game of DC United with Dave. Every game was an unreal experience even if we lost.
Washington, April 2004
I was reading the newspaper when i saw an advertisement. The MLS started classes in managing all over the country. I wanted to take part in the classes to get a managing cetification. The classes were hard, but i ended up failing the test 2 times and then our instructor came to me and said i wasn’t able to finish the class, that i was unable to be a manager
Washington, February 2016
I was working now 40 hours every week and happy with my life. I was married, had one daughter, Anna. Then i got suddenly a call. It was the same instructor i had 12 years ago. He said to me that he wanted me to come and try the class again. I came to him and took the test again. Unfortunately, it had the same result: FAIL. I wasn’t happy about the result but let it go then he came to me and said, don’t you worry. You don’t have to have any diploma to become a manager. That i’m able to do it even without my certification.
Washington, August 2016
After many months of thinking i decided to go ahead and make myself a career as manager
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We were all sitting around the able eating diner, me my 3 sisters, my brother and my parents when suddenly someone knocked on our front door. My mum, who was sick opened up, i heard from the table 2 men, they were talking to my mum, who was clearly afraid. Then my sister came to me, she told me to come with her. I trusted my sister and we went to her room. She opened up her small wooden closet and said to me: “Go and sit here with me, Alex, trust me”. I did and we went inside. We were there and suddenly we heard gunshots. Three, to be precise. I was scared and would’ve started crying if my sister wasn’t there. I heard my dad yelling something to the two men. The men replied: “We will kill you as well, but we will do it differently”. I heard the two men beating up my father and slowly killing him, while he was forced to watch them, doing all sorts of terrible tings to my mum.
It was a few days later when my sister woke me up,telling me it was safe. I saw blood everywhere and started crying. My sister said that we needed to go and i followed her. We started running away from the city towards the west. It was a few days later when we met an old couple. They asked us what we were doing and my sister explained. The man said to us that they would help us. They said that their dougher wanted kids but wasn’t able to. The man said that we should come with her to America. America, a place i only knew because of books. We were now so close to. We followed the old couple to a better place.
Washington, April 1997
We were already a two years in America with our new “mum”. She was such a nice person and made us feel like we were at home. But i missed home, at home where my friends and i hadn’t really adapted to this culture. I had one real friend in school, Dave. We were best friends and did everything together. Then Dave came to me and said. “I have three tickets for the game tonight but my grandpa can’t come, do you want to come”. I told him that i loved to. I wasn’t really sure which game he was talking about, but i was up for it. Later it worked out to be a game of DC United, the local soccerclub. I never really watched soccer before so this was without a doubt something new for me. DC United managed to grab a 2-1 victory, but this was the day i started loving the game.
The next few years i went to every home game of DC United with Dave. Every game was an unreal experience even if we lost.
Washington, April 2004
I was reading the newspaper when i saw an advertisement. The MLS started classes in managing all over the country. I wanted to take part in the classes to get a managing cetification. The classes were hard, but i ended up failing the test 2 times and then our instructor came to me and said i wasn’t able to finish the class, that i was unable to be a manager
Washington, February 2016
I was working now 40 hours every week and happy with my life. I was married, had one daughter, Anna. Then i got suddenly a call. It was the same instructor i had 12 years ago. He said to me that he wanted me to come and try the class again. I came to him and took the test again. Unfortunately, it had the same result: FAIL. I wasn’t happy about the result but let it go then he came to me and said, don’t you worry. You don’t have to have any diploma to become a manager. That i’m able to do it even without my certification.
Washington, August 2016
After many months of thinking i decided to go ahead and make myself a career as manager
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