“And now memory and loss beat softly, a measure of time. The last notes of the score have been played. A deafening, eerie silence that has fallen resonates. Sounds and screams seem like distant echoes from a recent past. There is nothing left to say. Death is here. It is too late. Night has come. The ghosts are whispering in the crepuscular light of the parlor. Evil is at the door.”

 

Gilles Peress, Farewell to Bosnia (Scalo Publishers, 1994)