By Gerrie Summers All photographs credit Boucher-Harris Photography At the Sarajevo airport, I walked up to the customs agent and handed her my passport.  She looked at it and then looked at me.  “Why are you here?”  It’s not an unusual question.  I’ve heard numerous variations of this

  Story and photos by Cari Gray At first, you notice the bullet markings. Everywhere. They still scar the buildings of Sarajevo, ever since the siege. Mortar shells, now safely embedded like fossils, lie in the concrete of sidewalks. Thankfully, nowadays bullet casings are carved into decorative vases, pepper grinders