: About Me

Last Spring, I traveled to Sarajevo for two weeks. Just a usual, boy meets girlfriend's parents, trip. Well not quite, her parents live in Bosnia. I would have to forgo the annual migration of college students to beaches, sex, and booze. Instead, I was headed to a small, poor, war torn Slavic country. I thought I knew what to expect, but I had not been capable of imagining what I saw. Craters in the streets left from artillery shells. Ironically, the missing concrete from the sidewalks and streets forms a circular pattern, making it appear as if you are looking down at a concrete rose. The...