Sarajevo Sexfest
I had just finished up my semester at college when I got the call. My student job, with PCorps, was moving. My job was going to Bosnia, of all places, and did I want to come? “Who else will be going?” I asked over the phone. “The whole office is pretty much being broken up and sent all over the place,” my staff sergeant answered. “You’ll be thrown in with new people, all of you new to each other. It will be frantic, no doubt about it, trying to do logistics for U.S. personnel in the...