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Sarajevo

Friday, January 10th, 2025

…15:17…Sarajevo… before i arrived i looked at photographs of Bascarsija, The Old Town, taken during the Siege of Sarajevo when the famous part of the city was obliterated. every photograph was filled with smoke, fire, and destruction that reigned the sky. i wanted to stand in the same place where most of these photographs were taken. today, instead of missiles, bullets and artillery, the sky was mostly filled with birds gliding from rooftop to rooftop.

i’ve tried for ten years to photograph stories about women and children who experienced the Siege of Sarajevo. all attempts lead to a dead end. this time, i’m in Sarajevo to continue photographing my project about transgender and gender non-binary people. i had also tried to photograph this subject in Sarajevo for years and got nowhere. a couple of weeks ago, out of desperation, i tried again and was able to photograph six people who i’m extremely grateful for their bravery.

this photograph reminds me of a photograph i took years ago in Alexanderplatz. a bird flew into the frame while i was photographing an abandoned building that had Stop Wars painted across the top.

Holiday Inn Hotel, Siege of Sarajevo

Thursday, January 9th, 2025

…15:20…Sarajevo….i walked four steps into the room and took it. the shades were cracked open, framing the cityscape.

i’ve always wanted to stay at the former Holiday Inn in Sarajevo. from my first day at university until graduation, all the news we got about the war raging in the Balkans came from the reporters who were housed in the Holiday Inn. at a place i used to eat on campus called The Tavern, they had a television that broadcast CNN. a shocking war in the middle of Europe captured my imagination.

every broadcast during the three year Siege of Sarajevo seemed to have the Holiday Inn, which looked like it was built with yellow legos, in it. this hotel, built for the Winter Olympics just 10 years prior, was now sitting in the middle of Sniper Alley. later in my career i met photojournalists who covered the war, and everyone of them told me, you just walked into the Holiday Inn, and the war came to you.

this is my first night, and these walls have too many stories to tell. i could tell when i walked up the driveway and was dwarfed by this strange yellow Lego. i’ve tried for ten years to photograph stories about women and children who experienced the Siege of Sarajevo. all attempts lead to a dead end. tonight, i’m in Sarajevo to continue photographing my project about transgender and gender non-binary people. i had also tried to photograph this subject in Sarajevo for years and got nowhere. a couple of weeks ago, out of desperation, i tried again. i plan to photograph six people for the Embrace project. i’m always nervous the night before photograph. the doubts always creep in.

i haven’t met any of the people i’m photographing yet. my first portrait is in nine hours. but from my brief correspondence i know i’m going to learn from these six brave people. i have been in Sarajevo for eight hours. it’s a beautiful place and the people are friendly. but i’m not sure how accepting it is to the transgender and gender non-binary community. these six people already have my respect for being brave enough to share their story with me.

Sniper Alley, Sarajevo

Monday, January 6th, 2025

…9:02…Sarajevo….Sniper Alley just outside the Holiday Inn Hotel.  Thirty years ago, during the siege that lasted four years, Sniper Alley ran along the main boulevard into and out of Sarajevo.  Sarajevo is a long and narrow city that sits in a valley with mountains on each side. Serbian snipers were positioned in the high-rise buildings along the road and mountains a little further away.  They picked off anything that moved in the street or who they could see in the windows of the apartments.  Civilians still had to move around the city to survive.  They risked their lives each time they stepped outside to get water, food, or wood to burn for heat. 

What seemed insane but was reality, they either ran down a street to hide behind an obstacle, like a destroyed tram or car, or would wait for United Nations armored vehicles and walk behind them, using them as shields.  It was luck that kept people from dying in the street.  In most cases, if someone was shot, the body couldn’t be retrieved easily since the snipers would then prey on the people trying to recover the body. It was barbaric.

SniperAlley, Sarajevo

Sunday, January 5th, 2025

…16:19…Sarajevo….A woman walking alongside the traffic in what was known as Sniper Alley during the Siege of Sarajevo. Thirty years ago, during the siege that lasted four years, Sniper Alley ran along the main boulevard into and out of Sarajevo. Sarajevo is a long and narrow city that sits in a valley with mountains on each side. Serbian snipers were positioned in the high-rise buildings along the road and mountains a little further away. They picked off anything that moved in the street or who they could see in the windows of the apartments. Civilians still had to move around the city to survive. They risked their lives each time they stepped outside to get water, food, or wood to burn for heat.

What seemed insane but was reality, they either ran down a street to hide behind an obstacle, like a destroyed tram or car, or would wait for United Nations armored vehicles and walk behind them, using them as shields. It was luck that kept people from dying in the street. In most cases, if someone was shot, the body couldn’t be retrieved easily since the snipers would then prey on the people trying to recover the body. It was barbaric.

Sniper Alley, Sarajevo

Saturday, January 4th, 2025

…11:08…Sarajevo….A young woman standing on the corner, underneath a bullet riddled building in what was known as Sniper Alley during the Siege of Sarajevo.  Thirty years ago, during the siege that lasted four years, Sniper Alley ran along the main boulevard into and out of Sarajevo.  Sarajevo is a long and narrow city that sits in a valley with mountains on each side. Serbian snipers were positioned in the high-rise buildings along the road and mountains a little further away.  They picked off anything that moved in the street or who they could see in the windows of the apartments.  Civilians still had to move around the city to survive.  They risked their lives each time they stepped outside to get water, food, or wood to burn for heat.

What seemed insane but was reality, they either ran down a street to hide behind an obstacle, like a destroyed tram or car, or would wait for United Nations armored vehicles and walk behind them, using them as shields.  It was luck that kept people from dying in the street.  In most cases, if someone was shot, the body couldn’t be retrieved easily since the snipers would then prey on the people trying to recover the body. It was barbaric.