“What came to me then was the voice of my paternal grandmother. She had told me once that every time Bego or… — 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
