She didn't find much of a use for love in her life. But with her long black eyelashes as his guide, he persisted. The ring on her finger cost him a fortune. She insisted he exchange it for a rubber band. He pinched himself…this woman can’t possibly be real. How he loved her! A day later he died when his car rammed itself perfectly into the shiny marble of his own workplace.
Anyway. Zurich had spoiled Ajda with its army of banks and black swans; its aroma of Swiss German spoken in friendly monotone down each theft-free street. She missed her besieged birthplace. Sarajevo was one of those cities, whether you were raised there or visited it only once, well, its flavors hooked themselves into your own web of present and future.
