In my dreams I walk among the ruins

Of the old part of town looking for a bit stale bread.

My mother and I inhale the fumes of gunpowder.

I imagine it to be the smell of pies, cakes and kebab.

A shot rings out…from a nearby hill

We hurry.

Though it’s only nine o’clock we might be hurrying

Toward a grenade marked…

Ours!

An explosion rings out in the street of dignity.

Many people are wounded

Sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers.

I reach out to touch a trembling, injured hand.

I touch death itself.

Terrified I realize this is not a dream.

It is just another day in Sarajevo.

 

在我的夢裡，我走在廢墟中

在鎮的老城區，尋找有點陳舊的麵包。

我母親和我吸入了火藥的煙霧。

我想它是餡餅，蛋糕和烤肉串的味道。

一聲槍響從附近的山上響起

我們匆促。

雖然只有九點鐘，但我們可能會匆忙

朝著有標示的手榴彈......

上頭標示「我們的東西」！

爆炸在尊嚴的街道上響起。

很多人受傷了

姐妹，兄弟，母親，父親。

我伸手觸摸一隻顫抖受傷的手。

我觸摸死亡本身。

嚇壞了，我意識到這不是夢。

這是塞拉耶佛的另一天。