Mid-winter. 4pm and dark. Ferhadija Street, Sarajevo.
Snow on the mountains. The chestnut of kesten pire lingering on your tongue. This street speaks in two voices: Austro-Hungarian mansards. Ottoman arches. The same conversation happens at your ears. A Western gorgoneion coin for stud. An Eastern relic - a pegasus carved in terracotta resin - suspended below. Inside the bar, šljivovica twinkles. Your earrings answer back with three cubic zirconia gems.