It pervades it like a mistrusting miser and wheedles splinters out of the skin of the world. Invisible wooden shards that hurt. And that is the reason why I decided to drive to Sarajevo, the city ofthe future. Beauty in the young women at night against smashed bone windows and mortars sticking out of the ground. The conductor trying to control the orchestra of burnt sniper marks on the walls and thudding beats of the reopened clubs and bars.
Some war journalists try.
The problem is that ears do not listen to high frequency screams or the dull thuds of bodies. It is the eyes that you need to attack. It is the eyes that lead to the mind with visions and pictures. It is the eyes that can learn to perfect the technique of looking where there isn't anything, to look and see the invisible in all its glory. Just waiting to be found, Bosnia is a beautiful country.