In the heart of the martyred city, two Sarajevos face each other. Only a few metres apart, yet they already belong to two different worlds.
In a mixed school in Sarajevo, Serb and Bosnian Muslim children still talk about their nightmares. The war has stopped, but it lives on in their memories.
Further on, along one of the old sniper lines near the old Bosnian cemetery, we meet a couple the war should have torn apart. She is a Bosnian Muslim. He is a Serb, a sniper who lay in ambush.
« Nobody asked us for our opinion, » Leïla tells us, looking at her husband.
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