Public Diplomacy Knight Errant; Comm Swami; Sultan of Spin
While I thought I was late on the sunset, I figured it was never a bad thing to head down to the river to see the day’s fading light burn a hole in the sky.
I was right.
After a very long time, I finally had a night off.
I walked down the side of the busy road, and stopped to have dinner under a tarp held up by bamboo sticks. A woman and child slept silently in the corner.
I woke up early, and wandered through the still slumbering city of Sarajevo. I sipped espresso and ate a potato borek in a…