The first time we went to my dad's village in former Yugo, the road run out and became a dirt track at some point.
When we finally got to the village, it was dark. Mum asked for the toilet. My older cousin took her outside...
Mum eventually came back in. "Weary, I don't know how to tell you...it's a hole in the ground..."
Turned out that no one in the village had proper plumbing, though there were standpipes in front of some of the houses. Most people were using pumps or wells. Drinking water had to be collected from streams.
Dad kept apologising to Mum. "It's been years...I thought that things had moved on...It's gone backwards..."
We had Apex tickets - meaning they couldn't be changed - and we were there for six weeks.
It was the height of summer, there was a drought... I was only 11. In spite of taking on board water all the time and staying in the shade, I had sunstroke. I also became constantly nauseous.
In order to visit various relatives, there was a great deal of walking up hillsides and so on. Everyone wanted to see us - which was lovely - but there was never any time just to be...
Over the 6 weeks, I had lost a great deal of weight, to the extent that I heard Mum telling Dad "We're going to be taking that bairn home in a box."
Part of the problem was that I stopped eating meat when I heard the animals being slaughtered. The only other food was tomatoes, fruit and bread - really not enough for an adolescent girl.
A doctor came to the village once a week. There was an occasional bus into the nearest town. Mum and I were both taken to the doctor when he arrived. I recall that Mum was told to eat rice for her stomach trouble.
Yes, there were good things too - but my parents wouldn't have knowingly taken me to live under those conditions.
The family had decided that we'd stay at a particular house because it was 'more modern'. It was. It simply didn't have sanitation, however - it had a standpipe in the front garden and an outhouse next to the pigsty.
The day before we were due to fly home, we were driven to a relative's in Belgrade. I was taken to hospital and was given antibiotics. The doctor apparently told my dad that I'd be fine when I got home to my normal food and sanitation. Two days after I got back to the UK, I passed a kidney stone - probably caused by the living conditions and dehydration. I've been prone to problems ever since.
This was the 1970s, but there are still people living in those conditions. I recently watched one of those 'changing rooms' type programmes for Serbia...It started with the glamorous presenter being taken up to the house on a tractor, because there was only a dirt track.
The transformation consisted of giving the home plumbing, a shower room and WC and a modern kitchen and fridge.
Years later, I exchanged experiences with other young women who had gone back to see family in east/central Europe - it had been very similar for all of us.
I wouldn't knowingly take a child of mine to those conditions.
I'm assuming that things aren't that bad for the OP, but I fully understand the other problems that she's experienced.