"I will always remember the day you were born.
A birth after so many deaths, the reassertion
of the miracle of life triumphing over the grave.
Flowers bloom in the cemetery. A bouquet is thrust
into your mother's hands, the traditional coin
of good fortune pressed into her palm, a United Nations
medal of peace. We made you a symbol, a milestone,
a metaphor. But you are also a boy. Baby Six Billion.
And you will grow up, I pray, in a city of healed wounds,
bright lights, joyous music, chattering friends
who will not wear ethnic labels
on their belts.
Let peace light the flame on the candles
of your birthday cake, Baby Six Billion.
In Sarajevo, city of hope."
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