Shoot the perfect shot. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that the shot goes in
Years ago, in another reporting life, I found myself one Friday night in a small club on the north side of Mitrovica, a city in Kosovo divided by war, politics and hurt, watching ethnic Serbian and Albanian teenagers play covers of grunge songs that mostly came out before any of them were born. I was there at the invite of a Swedish NGO worker, relayed through an American journalist, and I had no idea what to expect. But I was alone in the country, working and kind of lonely, so I went along. Read More