It was Christmas day, 1992. That morning I started hitchhiking to Bosnia. Or so I thought. I was living in Muenster, Germany with my girlfriend Christiane. She was an assistant at a dermatologists office and was kind enough to find me a job. My job was to stand solo in a basement to fill small […]

I never usually have to ponder much the topic of a blog. It simply comes in its own time, leaving me to run to the laptop and release. I'm fighting it a bit today. The only thing that consistently comes to mind at the moment is guns. I don't want to write about guns right […]

Hello there good people. I'm thebosniaguy, so they say, and this is what my countdown was leading to. James Joyce's Ulysses, as you may know, is a hard read, annoying at times even. But I do dig the no-rules stream of consciousness thing. I can't hold a candlestick to brother James but what I'm saying […]