A night with the gravediggers

I don’t pretend to know much about the Balkan war or the ongoing debate about Albania, Serbia, Kosovo, but I do know that there is tension. Like many other people, the whole former Yugoslavia thing didn’t really register too much until I visited Croatia and Bosnia and saw the deprivation of the latter amid the pock-marked buildings of Mostar. We look at it from afar, and in ignorance, and given you’re not really part of it, you will never really understand the depth of feeling or the burrowed prejudices and pain that still exists. This is not about politics and … Continue reading A night with the gravediggers