And the thing that struck me the most, that broke my heart, was walking down the main street of Sarajevo, where my friend Aida saw the tank coming 20 years ago, and in that road were more than 12,000 red chairs, empty, and every single one of them symbolized a person who had died during the siege, just in Sarajevo, not in all of Bosnia, and it stretched from one end of the city to a large part of it, and the saddest for me were the tiny little chairs for the children.
Dhe ajo cka me goditi me shume, dhe me theu zemren, ishte ecja ne rrugen kryesore te Sarajevos, aty ku mikesha ime Aida pa tankun para 20 viteve, dhe ne ate rruge kishte me shume se 12.000 karrige te kuqe, bosh, dhe secila nga ato simbolizonte nje person qe kishte vdekur gjate rrethimit, vetem ne Sarajevo, jo ne gjithe Bosnjen, ajo shtrihej nga njeri fund i qytetit ne nje pjese te madhe te saj, me e trishtueshme per mua ishin kariget e vogla per femijet.