Aldina, a girl who worked at Madja’s Guest House, picked me up from Mostar’s bus station as the sun was setting. “Over there,” she said, pointing out the car window to a towering building with all of it’s windows blown out, “that’s the bank. During the war, Serbian snipers would sit in there and shootContinue reading “A sniper’s point of view”
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