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ZIJO ISMIC : [through interpreter] I still don't believe that they're dead because it's very hard to believe such young people like that can disappear with such a sudden and violent death. All their wishes, all their plans are sunk after one bullet, after one burst, after one move, after one monstrous act. She was a Muslim, he was a Serb. As a young couple, they tried to build a future, defying the hatred that was tearing their country apart.
But a year ago, trying to escape, they were struck by sniper's bullets and died in each other's arms. NARRATOR : For two years, the world watched while Sarajevo died-- the shelling of the besieged city, the slaughter of the innocent civilians, the unending scenes of carnage and grief, overwhelming, numbing. They were called "the Romeo and Juliet of Sarajevo. It was the beginning of That year, a Muslim girl and a Serbian boy fell in love for the first time in their lives.
Admira's best friend in high school, Tanja Bogdanovic, knew them both well. I loved Admira because she was so different from me. She was very unusual. She was interested in things that were a little bit strange for a girl. She loved to drive motorcycles and she knew how to fix cars very well. She was a little bit of a wild character. Usually, girls are afraid of something, but nothing could scare Admira. Bosko was different. He was quieter and cooler. He had a smile all the time. He liked to play jokes on people, but in a nice way, like a real nice guy.
He had a real charm that you don't see in people very often. The city was hosting the winter Olympic games and Bosko and Admira saw the world come to their home. Historically, Sarajevo, the capital of Bosnia-Herzegovina, had always been a crossroads of nations, a city that had tried to set aside the old hatreds, the embodiment of an international dream.