A trip to Bosnia and Herzegowina... Where the war is only a distant, sad memory
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11. 08. 2008 Sarajevo (Bosnia-Herzegovina)
I write from a rickety bus in Bosnia. Yes, we travel to Sarajevo, this city that for so long we heard the news, the star of an endless war.
We are going there, and for a soldier like me is very exciting, especially because Bosnia is still an area where our contingent work!
While coasting down the road from the airport I saw a plane take off and I thought to myself: "This between a 'and a half hour or will already be in Italy!" We from the border we have spent more than fifteen!
I love traveling like that, discover every spot from the bottom, certainly harder and harder for our bodies but more precious to our souls ...
We are moving as you move them, they eat the same things, this is the place you live your host!
This bus reminds me so much taken from Mexico to Belize, except for the music here is a sad litany Gypsy-Slavic people and have the perpetual smile of those blacks but haggard faces carved from suffering!
The controller, like many others, speaks in Serbian as if we understand each, I feel really believe they are still an empire, one for which Titus had worked so hard, but in the meantime, while Karadzic (dictator accused of many crimes against humanity) was arrested here and organize demonstrations and protests against this action.
An exhausting journey by bus, a few kilometers in almost 8 hours ... Every time the bus stopped, people loaded, unloaded more, check tires, stopped by the mechanic and then eating ...
Bosnia struck me so much. Do you expect to find ruins, buildings collapsed in the bombing and instead ... The landscape from Belgrade to here: a mixture of the Alps and Finland. Lots of green hills, trees, pastures with cows, sheep, flowers ... I was expecting a second Macedonia, indeed even worse and I stay open mouth once here ...
12. 08. 2008 Sarajevo (Bosnia-Herzegovina)
Sure there was the war here? Well, on the outskirts, many buildings bear the scars, the wounds of a war just past and should be deleted but here ...
Last night I chatted with Samra, a Bosnian very nice, and when I asked if he knew a museum about the war tell me just ice cream, saying: "I honestly do not know, we are trying to forget it!"
Yesterday, upon arrival we immediately searched for a hostel ... What an adventure! Our dorm was immersed in a dark street near a cemetery without even a small indication ... Do well to trust? If the "eyed" there had accompanied the van we would not have ever found ...
At least people like her. There are various groups of Australians, Swiss, German with whom we spent some time laughing and joking!
The old town has struck me much, so full of people, not too many tourists, and full of beautiful girls. Honestly I expected to find a mixture of Israel (for the deployment of military forces) and Macedonia (because the population is Slavic-Muslim). Only it was my expectation coincided rather impressive to see those girls from long-limbed bodies, angelic faces, eyes of ice, his head covered by a veil ...
We met some local girls, no Muslim veil, very sociable, people who had experienced the war first hand, although girls. Told of shelters, unions, community: "What was mine is yours!" Girls whose fathers are called upon to fight and that could embrace only four years later, after the conflict, the more fortunate!
Recall that so many people died that cemeteries were not even more space, then began to bury them in playgrounds that some years earlier (1984) had hosted the Winter Olympics. What a joke! A field which is the symbol of world peace and soon becomes a place of eternal rest caused by the war!
The Olympic Area, or what is left, we saw the tour bus made by Jasna and Emira, two girls knew the first day and that helped us find our way to our hostel! Jasna in particular is a beautiful girl so he broke through in the heart of my Portuguese friends convince him to stay in Sarajevo!
The tour showed us around the city, I was very impressed to see the place where in 1914 he was assassinated the heir to the throne Franz Ferdinand and, of course, sparked the First World War!
Walking through the old, sometimes made us the background to the litany of whining from the minaret muezzim ...
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