The departure was not unduly prolonged. In the road Mr. Love and the driver favoured the company with a brief chanty running: “Got it?—No, I ain't, 'old on,—Got it? Got it?—No, 'old on sir.”

I was greatly encouraged by this positive reaction: it is clear that the vast majority of Bosnia and Herzegovinians – particularly the young – do not want to live in mono-ethnic ghettos, but accept the Western European principle of multi-ethnic ‘live and let live,’ despite the terrible war.

They formed up, in perfect silence, in two lines, facing each other between us and the fire, and then the dance - a sort of infernal and fiendish cancan - began.

The pages of the book show distinct foxing.