My Serbian neighbor invited me in for coffee.
She introduced me to a boy about three years-old and told me she was waiting to see a judge about adopting the boy.
I accompanied her to the local town hall in The Hague.
Just then, a teenage girl approached us claiming to be the boy's mother, but my neighbor rebuked her.
I held the baby during the adoption ceremony.
After the ceremony, the mayor signed the adoption papers.
In a fast change of events, my neighbor stabbed two young men in the stomach with a small hand dagger she had concealed in the waistband of her skirt.
She said she remembered the two men as opposing soldiers during the genocide.
Then I woke up.