In Search of Myself

A week ago I was approached with a request to translate one of my recent essays into Bosnian. Easy enough, I thought. I would be writing about a familiar topic, in my native language. How difficult could that be? I … Continued


No Escape

I have been doing a sort of archeology of war in order to piece myself together and heal. Frequently, I come back to defining points in my war experience where I truly felt the impossibility of my existence and the … Continued

Letter to the First Man I Saw Die

I didn’t know your name but you became a part of my soul at instant of your death. I was sixteen and the war in Bosnia had just begun. Simply walking on the street became a game of Russian roulette. … Continued