Here are some snapshots I took during a visit to Sarajevo
in 1998. The reason for gathering them was to try to feel, in some
feeble way, what it must have been like to live in a cosmopolitan
city under siege for four years. When I returned to my village here
in the U.S., I tried to compare the scenes from the photos with
scenes from my everyday life. It was too difficult to do.
A small part of me awaits the day the last Mercedes
SUV in my village is destroyed by mortar fire or comandeered by
pillaging foreign troops, if only to allow us the realization of
just how good we've had it, and how never to take that for granted
As harsh as it sounds, I still do not believe the
events of September 11 have done that for us. This country is too
large and rich for that.