Saw the picture that Bela, the Hungarian OSCE photographer, took of me and the translators in the ditch with a chicken calmly walking past us while the bullets whizzed by. What kind of war is this where you spend the afternoon getting shot at and then all you have to show for it is a picture of yourself cowering with a chicken?!?

Really really cold and damp and snowing here, I’m chilled to the bone. Today I was so cold and tired that I fell asleep in the car coming back and dreamed that I was in Massachusetts circa 1991…