Goražde, summer '95 – a masterclass in survival against all odds.
July 1995. The hills around Goražde were on fire. gorazde 1995
When the world finally sent planes (not troops, just planes), the Serb tanks pulled back. Goražde breathed. Goražde, summer '95 – a masterclass in survival
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What strikes me about Goražde '95 isn't just the horror. It's the defiance. Even as the noose tightened, they built a hospital underground. They printed their own currency. They refused to leave.
Today, the Drina flows green again. But every bridge in town is a memorial.