My grandmother was not my grandmother. I started referring to her as my grandmother only in the United States because I was too lazy to explain how she had come to mean what she meant to me. Other than a couple of years before her death, she spent her whole life in Bosnia,mostly in Sarajevo. Her name was Jozefina, but I could not pronounce it when I was a kid, so I called her Teta-Sina (Auntie Sina). Her husband’s name was Martin, but I called him Raro, because I could not pronounce his name either.