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.
Det som slo meg, det knuste hjertet mitt, var å gå ned hovedgaten i Sarajevo, hvor min venn Aida så stridsvognen komme for 20 år siden. Og at i den gaten var mer enn 12 000 røde stoler, tomme, en for hver som døde under beleiringen, bare i Sarajevo, ikke hele Bosnia, og det strakk seg fra en ende av byen til en stor del av den, og det mest knusende var de bittesmå stolene for barna.