This period of the year, the end of March, always reminds me of the ugly events in my country back in 1999.
I remember March 24 of that year as if it were yesterday.
I arrived from work tired, I was working through the student cooperative, helping my parents with the household budget (instead of studying, which I needed more at the time). I was laying down to take a nap, when I heard noise from the TV in the living room. "Aggression. Bombing. NATO...".
I wasn't overly interested in foreign policy at the time, but I knew that our government at that time had messed something up, and that shit was about to happen.
The ringing of the landline completely woke me up and my friend called me.
At around 9:00 p.m., the bombing of our country began.
He knew that, his brother worked in television, they had news from all over the country. You couldn't find news on our state television, just like today, it was satellite (today social networks).