"Like Sisyphus, we spin in circles. Punished by ourselves we push the rock up the mountain, and we push and push, and we reach a point where we need to unleash, so we do. We put on uniforms and go to war, and the rock rolls back down. Then we push again, and we push, and we push... Until we lose control and everything comes tumbling down, pushing us into violence, into being true to ourselves."The passing of a titan. A country in shambles. Constant threat of death.And amidst it all, a loving couple that has just been expanded by one.This is a story of love. As everything else, love has layers and levels. People always put their children and their family first, but as soon as a crisis comes, people pick up rifles and pistols and decide to fight for what's theirs, to fight for their country, their national pride, and their personal pride. Some would have you believe that war is evil, others would have you believe that war is good, but what if war is both and neither? For the soldiers, the war is good, for the government even better, but what about a simple family that just wants to stay together and alive, a family that believes in good?They suffer. And their love grows. But love for survival. And when things boil down to staying alive, everybody suffers. Alisa, the loving wife she is, struggles with the need to keep her family together, but also alive, away from Bosnia. Ibrahim wants to stay in his home, but still refuse to go to war, willing to sacrifice his body by doing so. Little Amir is coming of age amidst it all, amidst the fear and drama of war and all the changes it brings. But the soldiers, oh, boy, the soldiers relish in the opportunity to be free, to expand their minds, and to achieve complete freedom.This work of fiction based on true events is not about love or family or country. This is a book of people, of men and women, of children and young adults, of pain and joy, of denial and acceptance... This book is about life itself.Silence would dominate the room.Palpable silence.Ibrahim would stare through the window, Alisa into herself and her morality, and Amir wondering if he'll ever have friends again, if they'll all die, if he'll ever play outside, ever again.And the war, well, the war raged on, passing through its worst year yet, 1993, gently gliding into '94, showing great promise of better circumstances. Or have the people simply gotten used to the horror?In this majestic piece of art of literary fiction, masterfully streaked with magical elements, Karl Franz Wolfe will take you on a journey through crisis and war and pain, he will make you experience things you never thought you would. You will laugh, smile, suffer, possibly even cry, but one thing that is certain-you will never look at the world in the same way. But don't trust me, a stranger who wrote these words, but get the book and go on a journey of a lifetime.