From Sarajevo to Syria: Where is the world’s moral compass?

In my office I keep a map. It’s a bit battered now but it is a reminder of the futility and waste of war. The mountains, the towns, the rivers and roads of Bosnia lie in flat relief today, but there was a time when they stood tall like towering giants pressing in on my every thought. I could recite the names of scores of obscure villages, knew which was ...