12 April 1993 When last in Sarajevo, a month ago, I thought that people no longer lived here. Deserted streets, shells, a frenzied runner here and there. No one walked, only ran. A chance of escaping a sniper bullet. But, what business would one have outside, anyway? There was nothing besides rationed bread. Not a […]

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