Adding Narrative to Life
It was a revelation. That would be my mission. That would be my calling; my covenant to myself. That is how I would pay my respects to the memory of my father. I would travel to Europe and do something for his, and my, extended family. What I would do, I did not yet know. How I would get into a war-torn country, I had not yet figured out. It was an impulsive decision—but something that I felt compelled to do.
Dusan immediately stopped the car in the middle of the yard. The doors flew open, and my three Serbian comrades rushed out into the crowd. I stayed put, at first just sitting in my seat with my door
After some time, the old man, who was beginning to dominate the conversation, seemed to get a bit nervous. Soon, Barbara and I saw why. As he prattled on about this and that, he dug into one of his p
One of the border guards directed us away from the line and into a parking space. Jovo then let me know I needed a visa to enter Yugoslavia. This I did not have. The American embassy in Dublin had sai