Poetry. Ferida Durakovic has written numerous books and lives in Sarajevo with her husband and four-year-old daughter. During theThird Balkan War, the bookstore that she managed, her parent's flat, and her personal library were all destroyed. Homeless, she stated that, Never have I been so happy to write, to live, to meet people, to eat. I don't have anything complicated in my life, just life and death. I have to choose, and I choose to write. In A War Letter, she writes, The Universe sent darkness to our humble home,/ which is gone now. The letter, and every single/ book,/ and dear things: they all burned like Rome./ But it is just an image! Have a look...