a train of thought - lost

Nature Walk

The map haunts you. You spotted it the day you arrived, hanging on the back of an office door. The words �Land Mine Areas, Bosnia-Herzegovina� are printed in large letters across the top, and each land mine area is labeled on it with a tiny, pale red dot. When you look at the map from across the room, thirty feet away, you can make out Bosnia�s entire road system, as though traced in pink highlighter by an eager toddler.

You think of the map almost every day. You think about it on your way to and from work. You think about it when you walk past the small park off Marsala Titova Street. You think about it when you look up at the hills surrounding the city. You walk only on cement, stand only on asphalt. You regard any grassy or forested areas with suspicion.

Stephen Dau

12:09 p.m. - 2014-05-06