"Remember your name, Sote.
Remember who you are and where you came from." Dedo
Vasil Nitchov
Those words spoken more than fifty years ago by a revered grandfather
to a beloved young rascal, his grandson, still resonate in the heart and
soul of the grown man he has become.
Out of the land of Alexander the Great, from
deep within the heartland of Macedonia, emerges one of the most touching,
painful, compelling books of our time: MY NAME IS SOTIR, A
Memoir Of A Child Evacuee, by
Olga Lexovska Naumoff.
His grandfather's words became Sotir's shield and sword throughout his
exodus, while warming his soul, stirring his pride, supporting him in
the face of the many unforeseen challenges to his ethnicity. Therein,
we discover, lies the key to Sotir's survival throughout the years. He
always knew who he was! He never forgot his Macedonian roots! And no one
could destroy his love for his birthplace, T'rsie, Macedonia !
Sotir's story begins with the onset of World War II. His life as a carefree
young Macedonian child is fondly recalled as we share the adventures and
capers that carry him through that period, unaware of the impending disaster
which was to follow. The end of World War II was not the end of war for
the people of Macedonia and Greece . A second and final clash between
the modern-day titans from the East and the West engulfed the region with
horrific consequences. The vitriolic political passions overwhelmed the
people. The bloody, devastating war that followed the end of WW II has
been chronicled as the Greek civil war.
The war came to a flaming,
cataclysmic end in 1949 with even greater loss and suffering for the
people of Macedonia . But what of the Macedonian children? By 1947 the
Macedonian leadership had determined the children had to be evacuated.
Villagers were informed that it was necessary to have everyone's cooperation
in the effort to protect and save the children. From ages two to fourteen,
the children were separated from family, from home, from country, not
knowing whether they would ever return. These young, naively trusting
children, began a lonely, frightening sojourn, accompanied by surrogate "mothers" into
unknown worlds, to live among strangers, who spoke unfamiliar languages.
These young, bewildered children came to be known as the Detsa Begaltsi, child
evacuees. They bonded together through their exodus and experience. They
are the Macedonian Detsa Begaltsi generation. They, too, have never forgotten
their roots nor how they survived the years of separation, fear and loneliness.
Sotir started on his Macedonian trail of tears in 1948, a trail taking
him from his beloved village, T'rsie, in the Lerin district of Macedonia,
into the Yugoslav town of Bela Crkva . It was here that Destiny was to
take Sotir's measure. While teasing him with undreamed of opportunities
to reach for the stars, Destiny placed Sotir at the crossroads of his
young life. Forced to choose between his passionate pursuit of a career
or assume the responsibilities of a too-early manhood, and because of
his moral values, Sotir made a haunting life-altering decision.
Sotir's choice will break your heart, as it did his.