Andar

Andar for coffee today.  “Andar backwards, you get Radn(j)a which in Bosnian means -a shop-“ In the place where I am sitting a man opened his shoemaking shop in 1933 the family business was passed down to his son and then his granddaughter. By the time she had inherited the ...

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This morning, I heard these words: peace comes in two ways…one is knowing the truth…the other is getting justice…

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The Power of Place

For many reasons, the last thing I want to write about is Srebrenica. I’m still metabolizing what I’ve seen and heard. I don’t know how to write about the horrors of the genocide which occurred there, the senselessness of hatred, or the violence and unimaginable evil. Nor can I convey ...

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Consciousness and Coffee.

One of my favorite aspects of my internship is the time we spend talking over coffee. During this daily ritual, no topic is off limits. Conversation ebbs and flows from fresh and funny to painfully profound. For example, while suffering is fundamental to the human condition, we (in the USA) ...

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First Impressions…”Hvala Sarajevo”

The heat radiates between the Ottoman and the Austro-Hungarian Architecture Magnificent mountains Tall, handsome men Air perfumed by baking bread, burning tobacco and a call to prayer. It’s difficult to imagine war. Buildings are not the only ones still bearing scars but they’re all I have seen so far. I ...

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