This weekend I took a bus-trip with coworkers to Bosnia and Herzegovina. A short trip it was, but I saw several lifetimes' worth of beauty, passion, strength and tragedy.
I hadn't been to Bosnia since before the war and I wasn't really sure what exactly to expect. Now that I'm back in Ljubljana, I wish I could go back...spend a few more days in Sarajevo... a couple in Mostar, then come back in time to leave for Montreal....tempting... No, no...I can't do it. Though the school year has ended, I still have a few translations to submit before leaving... kind of limited financially too *sigh*. Anyhow, about the trip...
First of all, I'd like to say that Boban was kind enough to lend me his camera for the trip (Thanks Bobo!). Yes, I'm one of the only losers left on the planet who does not own a digital camera (time for me to make a wishlist...), so I usually borrow one at work. Ok, back to the trip....
We left in the extremely early hours of the morning, almost 3am. I passed out at some point right after crossing the Croatian border. When I woke up, we were in Slavonski Brod, not far from the Bosnian and Serbian borders. We stopped there for a while and had some coffee, breakfast. We still had a long day ahead of us. Sarajevo was still far away.
I was still rather sleepy when we crossed the Bosnian border. I faced the window, daydreaming, became a bit more aware of things when I realised I recognized the place. It was Gradiska. Well, back when I visited it in 1990, it was still known as "Bosanska Gradiska". I had gone there to visit a friend, Dragana Dojcinovic She had spent a couple of years living in Montreal with relatives. I'm not sure why she had to go back.
I wondered what had ever become of Dragana as I continued to stare out the bus window. Now this is part of "Republika Srpska"... A lot more Cyrillic than I remember there being 16 years ago. As the drive contued, I felt nostalgic...
I fell into a bit of a daze until I began noticing all the signs of the war. I began to cry. Until I looked up and saw a pyramid.
Well, I don't know if it's really a pyramid or just an oddly-shaped hill. I had read something a while back about a recent claim of finding pyramids in Bosnia. Hmmm, so this was Visoko. It would be nice if it turned out to be true. After what these people have been through, they deserve a break. And whether the theory is bullshit or not, pyramids in Europe would be extremely cool :)
Our next stop was at Ilidza, where we had a look at Vrelo Bosna, the source of the Bosna river. I was extremely enchanted by the park's beauty and took a long walk and tried to soak up as much of its energy as possible.
Ok.So much more to say, but I have to get some work done..Enough procrastinating. I'll be writing more about this wonderful trip in my next post, which will probably be later on today... (yeah, I'll need a break)