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A Bosnian colleague, Zoran (now dead), Bob B., a just-graying-at-the temples bear of a firefighter from California, and I were sitting in our favorite bistro across the alley between the bullet riddled fire station and the rear of a 19th Century commercial building in Skenderija, a neighborhood in Sarajevo. We were chatting a little but mostly listening to Radio M, the Sarajevo rock station still operating during the War. We three were feeling pretty good because there had been little shooting recently, and Bob especially as he had just been able to eat a fresh egg omelet – something he’d not seen since he left the USA weeks before. As I sipped at my tiny cup of sweet Turkish style coffee, so strong that one must skim off the top foam of coffee solids or be wired for hours, and smoked a rare and precious Marlboro, I looked out the big window we sat at, and thought ‘Life is good’. (The next week the window would be blown in during a grenade attack on our little slice of heaven, and I would be smoking some sort of leaf rolled in some sort of non-cigarette paper and packaged in packs that were formed like a regular american cigarette packs but were made of pages from high school text books).
Bob B. was feeling great and we could see it in his face. He leaned back expansively, locked his hands behind his head, and commented “This Bosnian music really adds to the European atmosphere.” Zoran and I looked at each other, looked back at Bob, and cracked up laughing. The artist that was adding to Bob’s European experience was Bob Marley and The Wailers singing about life in Jamaica.