To whoever may Concern little history of my life encounters! I was born in 1938 in Donja Vrucica on the Peninsula Peljesac Dalmatian coast of Croatia . It is a very small village; at the highest peak of the population, I think it was around 50 families (presently only one or two exits, the place is practically deserted?). As much as I could remember World War 2 came. At first, we were invaded by the Italian Mussolini Army that perhaps was accompanied by Fascist one branch of “Yugoslavian Rabbles” which naturally was blessed by the Dirty and Filthy Vatican, and yes, our village was practically totally destroyed. (Enclosed picture is posted on the Facebook site “Donja Vrucica” of Village after the war) they stole and rob everything that they were able to carry and what they could not carry they set fires to practically all Houses, barns, and vine sellers, almost all are left standing bare structures. Since these were Vine country they made streets look like creaks flooded with the vi
