I watch the bus driving away. If I’m lucky, the next one will be here in fifteen minutes. I’m pissed off because I’m tired and hungry and, well, because I usually get pissed off when trying to get anywhere in this... Continue Reading →
"If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself." HERMANN HESSE, DEMAIN To Franz and his pal, Gregor. I am my own worst nightmare. I’ve always known but try to hide it. That is... Continue Reading →
It's a while since I realised there’s a test—a virtual checklist—for being a Sarajevan. I’m not a Sarajevan yet and may never check all the items on the list. Still, I know a few. Do you keep live chickens out of... Continue Reading →
When I was growing up in the hilly mahalas of Sarajevo, ice cream was a rare commodity. The tiny shop down the street offered only basic foodstuffs because the greasy owner thought something like ice cream wouldn’t sell. Our mothers would make us... Continue Reading →
