It’s a strange thing how some faces become etched in memory, serving as a visual representation of events. For me, the face of protests in Sarajevo 1992 belongs to a man for whom the intensity of his emotions became more than he could bear. At 16 I hardly understood these emotions. In his face I saw pain, sadness, anger and devastation. While his yelling and tearing off clothes scared me, I also felt sorry for him.
Passing the military barracks JNA soldiers (Yugoslavian Army) were in windows and on the roof. I imagined how magnificent this moment was and how great it would be if they joined us in solidarity. I still believed that the… Read more