Sarajevo is a beautiful city,  as incomprehensible and damn dangerous, as bullet holes are.
Sarjevo is a non-place where incompatible feelings meet and merge with each other. You drink beer next to bullet pierced walls, it reminds you of the Olympic Games as you walk on bomb crates, you meet people that are both close and far, as they love and hate each other at the same time.
Sarajevo kills the war and yet it could not exist without it.