1948
Hrastovac, Croatia
At Kamenar’s, there was a festivity. Pero Kamenar had just returned from serving in the reserves of the Yugoslav federal army. He had been stationed on the Danube along the Rumanian border; since Tito’s break with Stalin there was a constant threat of Soviet invasion.
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