and there seemed to be no way to stop it. The bitter smoke left bookshop owner and budding wordsmith Goran Simic's nostrils flaring as strongly as the sparks consuming what he considered to be the Bosnian capital's chief landmark--The National Library.
"I think the library is a house of our memories, and it was somebody trying to kill our memories," the now world renowned poet says of the Serbs that brought a siege upon his city in 1992 and shelled several buildings across town, including the library that sat a mere 300 metres from his house. The books inside smouldered until their embers snapped like when their spines had cracked upon first being opened and read.
from See: Burning, Thirsting, Drowning
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