I opted to stay home this morning. It feels like heaven to shuffle to the coffee maker…return to bed with a hot cup of coffee…the bedside lamp lit…and finish reading a book. The Cellist of Sarajevo was a two-sitting read…a wonderful relief to some degree after the very dense book, Songs in Ordinary Times.
I had wanted to read this one for a long time and just recently found a copy in the second hand shop. Based on a most devastating time in our history, in Sarajevo, this fiction brings us into the lives of ‘real’ characters and what they endure in the streets and torn ruins of a place that at one time seemed in ways, idyllic.
Art transcends the brutal hatred, insensitivity and dehumanizing conditions of war. The cellist represents all that is beautiful about the human spirit. I warn you that the following documentary is graphic…and captures images of the horror of greed and misguided belief. I hope that you will watch it for its duration and never forget.
Words, once they are printed, have a life of their own. Carol Burnett