Don’t Cry For Me, Sarajevo
On a book tour last month, as we were driving along the highway from Croatia to Bosnia, traffic came to a sudden stop near the border. Car doors opened, drivers stepped outside for a smoke, and everyone speculated on what had caused the backup. An accident? Road work? No, as it turned out: personnel were sweeping the adjacent fields for mines left over from the war that ended 17 years ago. Welcome to the former Yugoslavia. More than five million ...