Gazi Husruv-beg Mosque I’ve always believed in God, but beyond that, I have no idea. A lot has changed for me over the past ten years. Lately, inspired by my devoutly Catholic brother and seeking comfort in an altogether too chaotic and sad world, I’ve been going to mass at a Catholic church on Pennsylvania Avenue, across the street from a Trader Joe’s. I now know the general rhythm of mass, have the Nicene Creed mostly memorized (I always say the part about the Father and th

I’ve never lived through war. Bombs have never fallen in my neighborhood, blood was never smeared on the streets where I walked, artillery was never the soundtrack to my life. Not so for everyone who lived in Sarajevo from 1992 until late 1995. The city was under siege for those three-plus years, encircled by the paramilitary forces of Republika Srpska and what remained of the Yugoslav People’s Army. In the city, remnants of the war don’t jump out at you, but they’re there if