In the late 1980s, I went to Yugoslavia for what would be my last family holiday. I was about to start University, and the four of us never went on holiday all together again.
During that wonderful two weeks, we visited a spectacular bridge in Mostar. Five years later, it was rubble, destroyed on the Balkans conflicts that raged through the area.
Now, it’s back.
Another small step towards healing the region.
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