Mirjana Vujić

77 years old

The Spoon

“When I would come to Daruvar for school vacation, I had an uncle over there, a Jasenovac Breakout survivor, and he would always insist that I visit them. I really loved to come there, but my uncle was very strict. We knew exactly what and how much we’re eating, and when I asked something, he wouldn’t say a word, I would only see a spoon, actually half a spoon with a number on it. He told me that, when food would be brought to Jasenovac in cauldrons, they were so hungry that they would scrape them. That’s how this spoon had gotten worn out. My uncle kept it, and he never ate anything without that spoon.”