And the thing that struck me the most, that broke my heart, was walking down the main street of Sarajevo, where my friend Aida saw the tank coming 20 years ago, and in that road were more than 12,000 red chairs, empty, and every single one of them symbolized a person who had died during the siege, just in Sarajevo, not in all of Bosnia, and it stretched from one end of the city to a large part of it, and the saddest for me were the tiny little chairs for the children.
Больше всего, до сердечной боли, меня потрясло шествие по главной улице Сараево, где 20 лет назад моя подруга Айда увидела танки. Вдоль этой улицы стояло 12 000 красных стульев, пустых, — каждый стул символизировал человека, погибшего во время блокады в Сараево. Не во всей Боснии!