In this story, the unnamed protagonist who now lives in Canada meets a man who reminds her of a boy from her childhood in Sarajevo: they were supposed to run away together, but the boy never shows up and she never sees him again. In a stream of consciousness, the narrator goes back and forward between the past and the present, reminiscing how she lived in the Sarajevo war as a child, as well as her escape.
This reading was … confusing at best. Nothing happens, the story arch is practically inexistent, and all we are left with is good writing and too many metaphors and beautiful images. I found it extremely difficult to reach the end of the book, it seemed as reading a very long poem and while I found the writing beautiful and lyrical, the lack of a story in itself ruined it.