A line that turns up in Balkan propaganda catches the spirit of things: People must decide whether they choose "to be the carcass or the vulture."
A fog rises this morning from the carcass of Sarajevo. The city has a clinging, ragged aura about it. Fog seeps through shattered buildings and seems to puff through the bullet holes in windows.
The vultures sit in the hills. Drunk on slivovitz and nationalism, they fire through the intermittent radiance.
Serb artillery shoots from the slopes on one side of the city, and Muslim shoots from the other. Sometimes they throw shells at each...
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