I got a call from my favorite clerk at the Belvedere this morning at the Ambassador asking when I was returning. So sweet.
I schlepped my bags back around the corner this morning to find I've been awarded a top-floor suite in the back with a balcony and a huge bathroom. They brought me juice, coffee and fruit and the president of the hotel apologized to me again. "I can't believe you evicted your best customer," I kept telling him.
Anyway, I realize, I've been long enough to have gotten a homecoming. Pathetic.
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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