Just before 3 a.m. on Saturday a hand grenade went off outside the bedroom window of my Belgrade apartment, filling the room with smoke and shards of glass, leaving shrapnel holes on the ceiling and walls. Despite the damage, we were lucky: when the police arrived, they found a second grenade, unexploded, on the sidewalk nearby. I had been in danger many times before while covering the bloody breakup of the former Yugoslavia for TIME and for the local newsmagazine Vreme . But this was different: the wars ended years ago, Serbia's former President Slobodan Milosevic is dead and buried, and this...
Blast from the Past
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