In the Inn
The clock ticks softly. Old men drinking mocha and rolling cigarettes. Nothing more than the occasional sigh to be heard. The old Bosnian coffee-houses are oases of tranquillity, screened-off from the fast-paced world outside.
The clock ticks softly. Old men drinking mocha and rolling cigarettes. Nothing more than the occasional sigh to be heard. The old Bosnian coffee-houses are oases of tranquillity, screened-off from the fast-paced world outside.
