13 january 2000
yesterday a friend of mine took me on a little tour of the bosnian country side...a grave yard that was so big you could not see the other side...filled with men...young men who died in a war...a camp filled with refugees/prisoners...fleeing from one oppression to another...skwaler and fences...but we're helping?..a winding road around a mountain...a friends home where the air is high and sedated...a german bar sitting in the belly of a deserted aeroplane...a "home" missing it's walls...one family in the snow...and a humble young man now appricaiting everything he's been lucky enough to be given...