In the past week, whilst hobbling around due to leg injury resulting from a hit-and-run, I have encountered a medical doctor who served as an intern in Bosnia treating refugees from the war, a pharmacist's assisstant who's family fled BiH at the beginning of the war, and a Serbian wandering beach bum who returns periodically to Belgrade to resume his infamous career as a club dj.
The strings of synchronicty are often sticky silken threads that lead one to another. A pattern is forming.
Sarajevo is calling.
How can I miss a place I've never been?
Or, as some who have me phrase that question:
How can I miss a place I've (seemingly) never been?
[-19 days]
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