Two Cities. Two Games. One Story.
Being born of a nation that no longer exists, and now residing in a state that I have fully embraced as my own, leads me to introspection. Two cities, two games, all wrapped up in one story. I was born in Sarajevo of the former Socialist Federal Republic Yugoslavia. I now live, and have for the past 17 years, in Salt Lake City, Utah. Sarajevo is the city that I never knew; the war had ravaged the metropolitan and capsized urban and ethnic moral. 1992 was the year of my birth, and it was also the beginning of an idyllic end. A decade prior the city, the nation, was economically prosperous and was host to the XIV Olympic Winter Games; nearly a half decade later the city was in ruins. This tragedy now serves only as distant memory. A memory longing to be forgotten. Almost twenty years later, Salt Lake City would play host to the 2002 Olympic Winter Games. A new fire was lit within. And those games would serve as a reflective view into a past I never knew. This is the story of two cities, and two games.
