Don’t forget ’93.

On the other side of the bridge in Mostar, carved into a rock reads “Don’t forget ’93.” A bouquet of flowers fashioned from grenades and bullets sits on top. The bridge, now a beautiful scene connecting the valley, was once an iconic symbol of the damage that is done when ...

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Teaching Tolerance.

Yesterday we had the honor of meeting the outreach director for the International Criminal Tribunal for the former Yugoslavia (ICTY). A dynamic and fascinating man, he works throughout the region teaching youth about the purpose of the court and the role of justice as the region moves forward. We have ...

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The Bone Man.

As the bus turns off the main road, we drive past farm houses, green fields with a stream running through, and hay stacks piled high like a scene from a Monet painting.  We wind higher and higher up the Bosnian countryside until the road levels off and an older man, ...

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Centuries-old Traditions.

Sarajevo, 1984. The world came together, crowded around their televisions donning the colors of their nation to partake in some healthy competition.  Wikipedia tells me that Africa sent their first black skier, Yugoslavia won its first winter Olympic medal, and America took home its first medal in downhill.  All eyes ...

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