“ ……But a grenade blew her to bits I also had a brother But a grenade blew off his leg I wonder if one day my daddy will appear What’s the point of a dream If it doesn’t come true?”
This poem was written by a Bosnian child to her mother. The child could have been Afghani, Israeli, Palestinian, Iraqi, because war injuries of the body and soul know no boundaries. In 1994, the war was in Bosnia, and this book is an account of how psychotherapists, from Bosnia and Italy, struggled with the psychological trauma in women who had suffered rape, torture, death of husbands and children, and loss of cultural identity.
The text describes six years of clinical work and training as attempts were made to work through individual and collective suffering, the laceration of social and civil life, and its ethnic-religious implications. In doing so, the authors also describe the story of the growth and development of a multidisciplinary intercultural group under intense pressure to provide therapeutic aid in extreme and unfamiliar conditions.
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About the Author:
Maria Chiara Risoldi, psychologist, psychotherapist, works in private practice, and is an associate member of the International Psychoanalytical Association.
Patrizia Brunori, psychologist, psychotherapist, associate member of the Italian Institute of Group Psychoanalysis, is also a teacher in the Master's Course in Human Rights and Humanitarian Intervention at Bologna Universityis Gianna Candolo, psychologist, psychotherapist, works in the Family and Youth Consultation Centre ASL Bologna. Maddalena Donà delle Rose, is a pediatrician,and child psychiatrist.