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julietsierra -> RE: Serbian Culture (5/28/2009 7:00:32 PM)
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Serbian women...
Well, from what I know of Serbian women, they are strong of heart, dedicated to their families and the ones they love. Don't cross them cause they'll fight as hard as they love and they DO love hard. The Serbian women I know are resiliant. They accept loss and hold their heads high. They celebrate with passion.
The Serbian women I know have definitely been submissive - but don't ever presume that because of that they are somehow people to walk over.
One Serbian woman that I have had the honor and privilege of knowing, in her younger years, faced off a man who had broken into her house with the intention of raping her while her husband wasn't home. She beat him over the head with a frying pan until he ran away. Then she took that same frying pan and calmly made her husband's dinner. That night as her child was upstairs doing his homework and she was cleaning up after dinner, she remarked to her husband what had happened. Then, without a pause, she calmly handed him his coat and hat as he storned out of the house.
He found the man who had nearly raped his wife (it was a neighbor of theirs) and in front of the police, beat him to a pulp in front of HIS wife, letting her know exactly why he was doing that. The police bought him a shot and a beer and sent him home. His wife kissed him as he walked in the door and went to make his lunch for work the next day.
That same Serbian woman, entertained police in her home with dinner and some of the best known deserts in the neighborhood as they sat waiting to intercept the phone calls that were going to be coming in one afternoon. Her husband had a side "job" as a bookie and they were trying to get information on him. She asked after their wives and their children and then sent her son to turn on the front lights. The lights were connected to the phones. When the lights went on, the phones went off. At the end of their shift, she sent food home to the officer's families and waved bye with a smile.
The Serbian woman I know had a soft heart and a strong body. She was my best friend. She was the one person I have always tried to model my life after. She died back in 1986.
She was my grandmother.
juliet
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