Welcome to Litsy!

This is a powerful and disturbing book about a journalist who attends trials at The Hague for war crimes committed during the Bosnian war. She learns the stories of the women who are the principal victims of these horrific crimes.

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War creeps up. Loudspeakers. Broadcasts. Hate your neighbour. On the radio, hate mixed in with local reports. Weather. Hate. Community news. Hate. Music. Hate. Some lives are worth less than others. People shrugged. Propaganda, they said. As if words no longer mattered, said Edina. At first no one believed what was happening.
(Internet photo of Sarajevo)

There is only the lifetime burning in every moment.

She said, I sleep in a net of nightmares. I cannot be silent but I do not want to speak.

(Internet photo of the International Criminal Court, The Hague)

A child is loaned to us and when the time is right the child is reclaimed by the world. And yet, mother and child are inside each other forever. A mother receives wisdom if she is willing to submit, if she is willing to love ferociously and then shake her child free.
(Art by Alison Bechdel)

Walls and borders are the natural habitat of ghosts. I do not invite ghosts in but I do not close myself to them either. I hear their voices like birdcall in the dark. They are perceptible through stone and brick and plaster. I think sometimes ghosts surprise even themselves. They have things to tell us. If we can hear, they are everywhere.
(Internet photo)

I stepped on a low stair on which was written LIVE FOR HUMANITY and pulled the shop around me like a warm quilt.

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More than anything I wanted to become a lawyer ever since I saw the American program about the lawyer in a wheelchair called Perry Mason. My mother who did not complete high school was happy I would do more. When it was time for me to leave for the city, my father gave me his old copy of The Damned Yard because he had always loved those stories. He embraced me and said, Do not look where the harvest is plentiful but where people are kind.