The silent, slumming angels after midnight in old town

There's a story that goes with this, however it should not be taken as proof of anything.  If there's one truism that is entirely untrue, it is the saying that pictures never lie.

Writers are the other hand... well, all writers are liars.  Good writers are notorious liars.

The story that accompanies this is true.  As to any belief you place in it, that part is entirely up to you.

While out after midnight taking photos again with Sıdıka, I was crouched taking this photo (not the best of the series, of course):

With Sıdıka behind me.  As I snapped the shot I was aware of someone walking around where I was, sticking to the shadows out of the line of photo shot.  At first, I assumed it was Sıdıka, but the person passed on, walking all-but stealthily.  Sıdıka and I both decided immediately that we weren't the sort to be snuck-up-on and yet here was this person who did.  I realized I had a camera in my hand and, as if it would verify the moment, I got off a shot--albeit blurred.  The girl turned the corner and we both hurried after her, intrigued by someone who walks as quick and invisible as we do.

We reached the corner and found only the empty midnight street, distant sounds echoing up from the few clubs open in old town.  The shop fronts were all boarded shut, without a door in sight.


There an old Sarajevan story about the angels (of all the religions) wandering the land weeping for the lost souls of this land.  When I snapped the blurry photo of the soundless girl, I literally looked to see if her feet touched the cobbled stone.


They did.  But I'm not convinced that she wasn't a slumming angel.


A blurry photo offers no veracity of any kind.


If I told you that story and offered a detailed photographic study of a girl with large black wings would you be any more convinced my story was true?  Or would that merely add new layers of possible doubt (PhotoShop being what it is and all)?


There are ghosts all over this city.  Not all of them are those of the dead.  Not all of them are even from humans...


...the National Library burned in 1992 incinerating more than 2 3 million books.


Tell me a convincing story where that happens and leaves no ghosts in its wake...

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