“What came to me then was the voice of my paternal grandmother. She had told me once that every time Bego or Irfan returned to Bosnia to visit, they seemed to her like different people. Unrecognizable. She had blamed this… — Ismet Prcic Copy Share Image
“If you were forged in the chaos, then there was no return. There was no escape. To you chaos was normalcy.” — Ismet Prcic Copy Share Image
“What came to me then was the voice of my paternal grandmother. She had told me once that every time Bego or Irfan returned… — Ismet Prcic Copy Share Image
“There'll be a war," my mother said, her lit cigarette as though forgotten in front of her face… She couldn't have meant war …… — Ismet Prcic Copy Share Image
“I have two minds about everything. Side A(merican) and side B(osnian). I wish I could find a way to drop off the face of… — Ismet Prcic Copy Share Image
