Word: pathe
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...fighters call this the "bicycle path," a narrow strip of bitterly contested ground cutting for nearly 150 miles through north central Bosnia to connect the Serb stronghold of Doboj to Serbia proper. Muslim and Croat lines ) pinch the corridor on both its eastern and western flanks. Daily shelling empties the town much of the day; by early afternoon the only sound on the main boulevard is the flapping of plastic sheets that cover shop windows shattered by artillery rounds. But when dusk closes in, fighters and young girls venture out to meet at a small park, whispering beneath the pine...
This is more than bluster. The deputies spend more time in the battle zones than in assembly meetings, and they share the same grim, heedless determination as the men guarding the bicycle path. "The reality on the ground," said Ratko Adzic, the Bosnian Serbs' designated interior minister, "is very different from what the politicians think...
...political power, will now be ruthlessly cut out of the loop. Ever more convinced that they are the victims of history, the fighters and their political allies are unable to acknowledge that in any weighing of atrocities, the Serbs bear the heaviest load of guilt. On the bicycle path as in the so- called parliament, only the suffering of Serbs is considered relevant...
...bicycle path, Nenad Gustimirovic, 35, carves cigarette holders when he is not taunting the Muslims just opposite his firing position. He used to be foreman in a marble quarry that now lies in Muslim territory. He is quick-witted, hearty, good with his hands, and loves to laugh. He has rigged a church bell to an old electrical tower behind the ruined chalet the Serbs have transformed into a machine-gun bunker. "I ring it because it annoys the Muslims," he says. "They open fire when they hear it. We just laugh at them...
Hang's search for meaning and love trace a path of joy and tragedy, success and rejection. Her self-discovery is at once unnerving and beautiful, taking the reader to "a pond lost in some godforsaken village, in a place where the honking of cars and the whistling of trains is something mysterious, exotic.... A place where a man whips his wife with a flail if she dares lend a few baskets of grain or a few bricks to relatives in need. A strip of land somewhere in [her] country, in the 1980s...