From the “hunting of humans” to the last embrace of Boško and Admira in Sarajevo, where war turns human life into a target and love into a sacrifice
Rumors speak of human hunting. Wealthy foreigners arrive from European capitals, paying enormous sums and demanding to shoot at civilians in besieged Sarajevo – not as soldiers, but as tourists seeking to test their precision. In this grotesque scenario, war is no longer a clash of ideologies but an arena where human life is reduced to a target and death becomes a “successful shot.” And while for some killing becomes a sport, somewhere down in the streets something survives that war can never comprehend – love.
According to testimonies now under investigation, these “clients” were guided along secret routes — from Trieste to Belgrade and then to sniper positions above the city. There, every shot became a test: How accurate are you? How merciless? How well can you ignore the fact that there is a living person in your crosshairs? Truth or myth – no one knows for sure. But the rumors persist, because Sarajevo shows every day that life is worth very little.
The city is cut off from food, water and electricity. Streets facing the hills become deadly corridors, and the warning “Pazi, snajper!” becomes part of the urban landscape. People sprint across open spaces, hide behind cars and walls, and learn to calculate seconds. Going to the store or to school is not a routine — it is a gamble with death. For four long years, nearly 12,000 people lose their lives to bullets and shells.
Among this world of fear and hatred live Boško Brkić and Admira Simić. They have loved each other since their teenage years — he a Serb Orthodox, she a Bosnian Muslim. Their love does not recognize ethnic divisions, slogans or hatred. For them, there is only “us.”
In May 1993, they make a decision: to escape the city and start anew somewhere far from the war. They move toward the line between the two fronts — a place where a single wrong step could be the last. And that is where the bullet finds them. It kills Boško instantly. Admira is wounded, but drags herself toward him, wraps her arms around his body and dies beside him. The love that survived through hatred falls to a bullet.
Their bodies remain in no man’s land. Day after day no one dares retrieve them. The photograph of the two, still embracing in death just meters from safety, travels the world and becomes a symbol of what war destroys first — humanity.
Perhaps future investigations will determine whether the “hunting of humans” was real or a legend born out of the horrors of the siege. But the fate of Boško and Admira already says enough. In Sarajevo during that war, the victims were not only lives — but dreams, futures, and love.
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