Winter in Bosnia was a special level of suck cranked up on hydraulic jacks. The snow and ice there are no colder or deeper or more slippery than anywhere else in the world: it was just maybe that the Bosnian national gloom, already resting comfortably in a notable trough, enhanced the common misery.

Vinko Pandurević was the lucky winner of the war crimes PIFWC (Persons Indicted [by the Hague] for War Crimes) lottery this winter.

Look-angles, which offered tactical convenience to the front entrance view of his alleged flat in Zvornik, were so scarce, if any. This was a major frustration.

Zvornik (Зворник) the city since 1410. Photo courtesy of Игор Голубовић

Ah, but putting one foot outside of the box we found that the backside of his flat gave way to a security wall, large expanses of open fields and hills of evergreen woodland. Vinko Pandurević’s flat was a second-floor affair, and we wagered that the hills could give us enough altitude to get a mother-decency of a look-angle with some spirited sniper glass.

What’s more, the apartment had a covered balcony in the back. Pandurević was noted to be a major morning-coffee-and-newspaper guy — rain or shine. We sent two home-grown pipe-hitters, Speed Demon and Scissor Hands, out to collect some reconnaissance from them-thar hills!

The response gleaned was that it was a remarkably conducive layout for sniper observers.

Kay-Kay and I went snaking through the narrow cobbled streets of Tuzla in search of nets — that’s right nets for sniper teams prepping to go stalk Pandurević’s suspected flat.

There were no Yellow Pages in Tuzla. I ended up asking a taxi driver where a bloke might find nets in this town, a thing that made him frown in suspicion.