Friday. A day for prayer. Two days before the national elections. Still warm and sunny.
Pickup trucks, SUVs, military trucks, Humvees, fire trucks, ambulances. Honking. Singing. It all looks like a big tailgate party.
The sky over Baghdad is deep blue. Last night’s rain has washed the air spick-and-span. The day billows with promise—all green palms and golden mosques.
“Lock the back door.” The voice of our turret gunner is loud but calm, almost weary, like the voice of a steward on a commercial flight from New York to Paris.
Georgi Stoev’s Gangster Pulp
Radovan Karadžić was once feared as the Butcher of Bosnia. Now you can tour his favorite hiding places.
Among the Roma of Bulgaria
Serbia After the Death of Miloševic
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