I Don T Know How We Manage
Such poignant scenes occur every day in Sarajevo, where 300,000 remaining residents inhabit a frozen, blasted wasteland. Thousands of men and women plod to work past the charred hulks of buildings. Frost hardens the soil of once forested hills, stripped for firewood that is hauled away on the roofs of cars, aboard children’s sleds or on someone’s bent back. Intermittent relief shipments from the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees (UNHCR), together with gleanings from the black market, are the only sources of food for most people....