From dawn till dusk in the case of Bosnia-Herzegovina, transition always entails a dose of risk. Most of the time, it is simply fear of loss and failure. Our environment was unfortunately struck by both. Everything that once was is lost, and the fear of what will come tomorrow continues.
Nearly 20 years after war, the cityscape of Sarajevo remains riddled with bullet holes and shell craters in facades and pavement. These are the scars of Sarajevo.
What do their fates mean to the world - the fates of those nameless, lads who got stuck in trenches far away from home? We could only pin clichés onto their fates, but in my mind, I have countless questions about the colors of the world that surrounded them.