A friend from Serbia tells us how during the war, when Belgrade was being bombed, some people left their basements, climbed back up into their high-rise apartment buildings, and as the bombs fell, stood on their balconies to watch streaks of light rippling across the sky and milliseconds later hear the echo of bombs, breaking and killing others, not them, as numbed by war they leaned out, far out over their balconies, to see, and fell, and had to be taken to the hospital for broken limbs, so urgent was their need to behold the fate that had overlooked them.