Does anyone recognise this girl? This is the photograph I held in my hand six years ago and which sparked off in me the writing of A Place of Springs.
The Siege of Sarajevo broke out in 1992. For the next five years the West watched the massacre of the Muslim inhabitants on our television screens, the world’s politicians apparently powerless to intervene. These images continued to haunt me long after the conflict ended.
My short story takes place in London where a Yugoslav girl meets a musician she had known in Sarajevo at the outbreak of the Siege. We have only a sketchy idea of what it is that leads to the violence that ends the story, but these two characters, Irena and Daniel, remained in my head. A few days later, the words seeming to tumble out, I sat down at my laptop and barely stopped until I had written over fifty chapters.
That was six years ago and, my novel took shape, fast at first and then more slowly through the lengthy process of research and editing. Last autumn I finally found the title – A Place of Springs – (from Psalm 84).
A Place of Springs
A Place of Springs is a complex novel of epic scope, which explores the physical and psychological damage inflicted by war.