“Shannon’s idea, when she eventually rolled it out, was that some of us—as many as could fit—should go to Bosnia, in a van. She knew how to get hold of the van via a man named Bob. We would load up this van and take it to Sarajevo. Bob, a rather round, older hippie, watched from his semi-detached position leaning against the wall at the back of the room.”
“In the morning Uncle came. He brought the newspaper and sat plonk on the armchair without kissing anyone or saying hello.”