“My father taught school in that village,” he said quietly. “Before the road, children walked two hours each way.” We stood on Maglić’s shoulder in the early cold and looked down at something that felt like the actual Bosnia.
“My father taught school in that village,” he said quietly. “Before the road, children walked two hours each way.” We stood on Maglić’s shoulder in the early cold and looked down at something that felt like the actual Bosnia.