Part 14: A massacre of my dreams and grandmothers in The Republika Srpska
April 1st 2010 Disaster at the crossing
Northern Bosnia was the beginning of the end. In retrospect, if it had to happen – this was the place for it.
It started ominously enough. As I attempted to cross the border from Croatia, there was a problem – just a little one. The loosely-uniformed border agent at Bosanska Gradiska (who wore a tired old uniform that didn’t entirely match his partner’s and more c
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