So, in-between the Mexico project I've starting going through 1994 and my first assignment--Sarajevo. Talking enough about that time made it so.
No place or assignment has shaped my life more than this war and genocide. Nothing prepared me for this, and to this day I'm amazed that I made it out of the siege alive and relatively unscathed; I lost a few friends, my naiveté, and a few rolls of film; I learned about the capacity of one person--man or woman--to commit atrocities on another in the name of nation and religion, that there is no end to this, and that I for some fucked up reason like chasing this.
I'll write more as the words come to me, without rambling and tilting and windmills that is.