Dijaspora by Inaya Huric
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he sun awakens me, illuminating Washington, D.C. from the eastern horizon. It rises over Baščaršija, the Ottoman-era old town of Sarajevo. I walk to Starbucks and order the usual treat: Iced Caramel Macchiato. On my promenade through the cobbled streets, I pass by coppersmiths and vendors while the aroma of dark Bosnian coffee and sweet Turkish delights tempt me. ►
