The man was crafting and selling copperware in a small shop in one of the overcrowded narrow streets close to the old Bridge of Mostar.
He dressed completely in white. Long white hair and beard and a beautiful cap. His age was indefinable: the beard made me think of an elderly, but his eyes were young. Let me say he was around 50. It means that during the siege of Mostar in 1993 he was maybe around 25. Not younger than this-
He didn’t speak any other language than his own, and we could interact only with gestures.
He behaved gently, with calm gestures and instilled tranquillity. With his big hands, he could craft delicate pieces of craftsmanship.
But what about holding a rifle?
Yes, of course, I bought something.
But all the questions remained buried inside me.
What atrocities has he seen? What did he survive? Did he kill somebody?
No one living in the area of the former Yugoslavia at the end of the XXth century is immune, I am pretty sure.
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