Sarajevo
Many people in this city had lost their lives. Between 1992 and 1995, many people had lost all their material possessions, in minutes.
Those who remain are rebuilding. Friendships are often the only foundation for the future, for hope.
The war split families and broke friendships. Distance destroyed reality.
A few come back. Before the reunion there is nervousness. Do my ideas about the person correspond to reality?
Then, finally, the person stands before you. Reality. The fantasy is over. The imagination no longer speaks. The imagination falls silent.
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I too was coming back. After three years. What did they look like now, the people I knew then? How were they getting on? Would we still be able to connect? Had they forgotten me? Were they disappointed in me because I had abandoned them, let them down? I was fearful of these reunions.
