The burden of labels at Novi Pazar

May 2007. The United Nations officer flipped through my passport carefully. I waited for the question, “What are you doing here?” But it didn’t come. Instead, he filled out a card with my details, stamped it and inserted it into the passport. “Don’t lose this,” he said. That went more smoothly than I expected considering …

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