A loose-fitting floral shirt and matching skirt hide Nura’s small frame. She sits in a

1980 -the same year I was born. While I was in the last weeks of

Tonight it hit me. I flipped through the television stations while preparing dinner expecting to

Krumpir, sir, jaje, i hljeb. Potatoes, cheese, egg and bread. I have been served all

I will state at the outset that I am just about the furthest thing from

Drinking coffee is a tradition in Bosnia and Herzegovina. Here, coffee provides more than a

The pale yellow cooler door opened and I stepped into the storage room. 4,000 bodies,

Ten minutes outside of Sarajevo and I have forgotten that I was just in a

He stood in the street, hunched and poking his wood cane at some weeds growing

Six steps lead to nowhere. Cracked cement foundations contain bouquets of wild flowers and weeds.

Tuz is the Turkish word for salt. Tuzla is an industrial city – the outskirts

Someone recently referred to eastern Bosnia, my destination for the summer as “somewhat of a