Three and a half years ago, in an Adriatic summer resort, eighteenyearold Bakir, A Muslim from Sarajevo, met Natasa, a Serb from Belgrade. They fell in love. Then she left to study abroad, and he went to do his military service in the Yugoslav people’s army. The war broke out, and was caught in the fighting in Vukovar. Upon his […]
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