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ramp, snowboarders and skiers drop in one by one, sliding down the flat box at the end. The
snow is wet, and there's hardly any speed on the approach, but Vilić, Krneta, and the others
manage a few stylish tricks—nose presses, lip slides, blunt slides. Beers are downed quickly
and often. The skiers talk about girlfriends and boyfriends, jobs, Jesus Christ, marijuana
farming. Now Dubioza Kolektiv, the hottest reggae-rock band in Bosnia, thumps from the
stereo. When dark descends over the city, people pull their cars up and shine their headlights
on the ramp. The party goes on. Then, one by one, the minarets on the hills come to life for
evening prayer.
“This is absolutely the worst winter I can remember,” says Krneta, popping another beer.
“But I love it anyway.”
