Losing Greg Halman: The view from Europe

By the time June of 1993 came around, I thought I had experienced every kind of loss that a 21-year old kid can be hit with. For two long years the war in my home country of Croatia kept finding new ways to take away most everything that I held dear and I had reached the point where I couldn’t really feel the sadness anymore. I couldn’t cry anymore. Much like the taste buds going numb after too much spicy food, my ability to feel heartbroken again was gone.
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