Das Leben des Menschen bedeutet im Krieg weniger als eine Konserve - an den Fronten von Serbien

My grandfather Dominik Babirát visited our family, ie the family of his son Štefan Babirát, quite often in the 1960s and 1970s. He used to come to us after the pigs had been slaughtered on his farm and brought us liver and black pudding, crackers, lard and other delicacies that we weren't quite used to. Our grandfather also visited us on other occasions. Either way, he put what he had brought with…