The Cellist of Sarajevo

The men on the hill have tried to bomb the brewery many times, but so far the basement of the building has protected the springs well enough that it is still a good source of water. A hundred of people are in line when Kenan arrives, and he is happy that it isn’t more crowded. A system of tubes and hoses brings the water up from the brewery’s basement so that about twenty people can get water at a time outside the brewery building.

A man near the front of the water line has a medium dog with him. The man fills up a thermos for the dog before he starts to fill up his water containers. The dog drinks as if he will never see water again, which Kenan realizes could be true. The man finishes filling his containers, fills the dog’s thermos again, then loads his water containers onto a dolly. Kenan thinks that a dolly is an unnecessary risk when the wheels get so tangled in the debris of the street, but he envies how much water the man can transport.

People chat in the water line, taking advantage of a rare opportunity to be around other people. Trucks roll up, presumably transporting water to the troops on the front lines, and the traffic noises allow Kenan to pretend it is a normal day if he closes his eyes. Then it is his turn to get water. Kenan fills his containers, trying not to waste any water as he switches out his different bottles, even though the water spills out endlessly because there are no valves on the hoses.

As Kenan fills his water containers, the whistling of shells comes far too close. Kenan thinks of a time as a schoolboy when he knew he was going to get punched and he thinks now that he is going to die. The shell hits and knocks Kenan off his feet. All sound disappears from the world and Kenan is paralyzed. He watches other people running around, then finds he can stand. Kenan walks to where the shells hit, about thirty feet away from where Kenan was standing.

Kenan sees a woman holding her leg where her foot has been blown off. Two men rush to help the woman while other people gather the wounded and help them into cars to go to the hospital. Kenan watches all the people, thankful his family is nowhere near this scene. Kenan turns to find the man who had the dog, as the man clutches the dog’s leash and desperately calls the dog’s name. Kenan tries to convince the man to get medical attention for a gash on his leg, but the man runs off to find his dog.

Snipers fire at the ambulances that come to try and help the wounded at the brewery. The shelling continues and the crowds at the brewery all rush around trying to help the wounded, recover the bodies of the dead, and get themselves to safety. Kenan simply watches, finding that he can neither run to selfishly save himself or to altruistically help others in this crisis.

Water from the brewery washes the blood off the street. Kenan walks back to his water containers, then is consumed by a desire to stop the water from spilling uselessly onto the ground. He tries to block one hose but soon gives up. Kenan thinks that the water washes away all the atrocities of the men on the hill, making it easier for them to kill again and again because they never see the full consequences of their actions.

Kenan finishes filling up Mrs. Ristovski’s bottles as the last of the wounded are taken away. He slowly and deliberately picks up all his containers, then begins to walk home. He wonders which bridge will be safest after all the shelling. He eventually decides on the Cumurija Bridge, willing to risk walking over the steel frame to get to the relative safety of home. He starts walking again, realizing that he must look ridiculous as he waddles through the rubble with his heavy load of water. He hopes the snipers are not more likely to shoot at people who look funny.

Kenan makes it to the cover of the buildings on the street below the brewery. He is disgusted with his cowardly thoughts and actions after the shelling when people like Ismet are on the front lines. Kenan thinks he should go back and help the old man find his dog, but all he wants now is to get home and crawl into bed. Kenan keeps walking toward home, trying to keep his mind blank as he passes places in the city where he used to enjoy himself with his family on the weekend.

Kenan arrives at Cumurija bridge and sees another man crossing from the other direction. Kenan waits for this other man to come across, wishing that Mrs. Ristovski’s bottles had handles so that he could carry all the water at once. As it is now, Kenan will have to make two trips so that he can keep his hands free to help clamber over the steel of the bombed bridge. Kenan hides Mrs. Ristovski’s bottles so no one else will take them, then heads out onto the bridge as the other man passes by and hurries away.

On the bridge, Kenan carefully balances his heavy bottles hanging from a rope that he has draped around his shoulders. He moves slowly so the bottles do not swing so much that Kenan falls. Another shell falls in the distance and Kenan stumbles. His knee hits the bridge hard and Kenan is filled with rage. He runs across the bridge recklessly and collapses on the other side. Kenan is desperately tired, wishing that he didn’t have to carry water through this horrible world, especially not for a neighbor who hates everyone. Kenan thinks that Mrs. Ristovski should get her own water, picks up his own containers, and starts toward home.