Monthly Archives: June 2018

I am sipping espresso, waiting for the museum to open. Someone with a shotgun is hunting this morning. Look, I’ve absolutely no problem with gunshots of course, but the tunnel museum is at the Sarajevo airport. I’m listening to gunshots … Continue reading →

They have Erich Fromm in Serbo-Croatian here. I would have taken a photo but the woman from the bookstore shooed me off the bench in front of the window. I guess she figures I’m not going to buy any books … Continue reading →

The Richterin is flying home to Stuttgart this evening after three days in Bosnia, where her sister has a friend from work. She is happy to find someone to speak German with. It is difficult for her to express herself … Continue reading →

At my hotel the very nice receptionist asked, in very polite, formal English about my day. I told her what I had seen, and she inquired about a number of sights I had missed. What about City Hall? The cable … Continue reading →

At 10 I was perhaps the first visitor to the museum, and spent some time talking with a docent. He is a middle-aged Bosnian Muslim who has lived all his life in Sarajevo. Then he was here during the seige? … Continue reading →

I miss Susan Sontag, Gore Vidal, William F. Buckley. I miss the concept of the public intellectual.