A hotel room with a view into Bosnia's war-torn history
unched over the laptop in my room in Sarajevo the other night, wrapped up in layers to ward off the all enveloping chill, I found myself unexpectedly yearning for the quirky motel in Orlando where I was billeted for a spell during the 1994 World Cup in the United States.
It was a place where the ancient air conditioning malfunctioned to such an extent that it caused my prototype laptop, a wheezing, whirring monster of a yoke, to embark on a go-slow, the keys depressing as if embedded in treacle.
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