The same night Ida and I went to the Fashion Week show she found a button on the ground. She scooped it up happily. Found buttons here, like pennies at home, are good luck.
So, I'm hooked now. Ever since a fall on a raised sidewalk square last year from which I still carry a scar, I walk with my eyes cast down anyway. Now I have something to look for -- good fortune.
It might be working. I only have one button but yesterday (5/11) I found an Italian silver bracelet in the parking lot I cut through to get to work.
In the summer of 2012, I'm back in Sarajevo working with people who are good journalists and after all this time also good friends. My language skills are no better, alas, but I hang out with natives and internationals in the know. So I'm planning in this space to tell Bosnian stories to American readers, with my Bosnian friends free to call me out on errors or wrong headed interpretations. This is a fascinating area of the world and these are interesting times.
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