I’m using a mind ploy to keep myself motivated and focused in the next few months applying and getting a Czech trade license (Zivnostensky Lists). By calling this over mundane and administrative process ‘adventure,’ I hope that I won’t yank my hairs and scream murder in the next few months.
It will be almost another year before I can consider myself a permanent resident of this country I can not wait to leave. But for this to happen, I need to main a continuous legal presence of five years which is fine if I continue to work for the same company during this period. I want to have a backup just in case I get fired, lay-off or fed up and just quit (the last is more likely). By having a Czech trade license before my working visa from my current company terminates, I don’t breach the five-year requirement.
The article was submitted by LISA.
Bill wrote Fools Rush In in 2005. It’s an intense memoir of the sequence of events that led him to board an aid bus to Sarajevo, evade sniper’s bullets, and as fate would have it, help U2 broadcast Sarajevo’s struggle for survival during their Zoo TV tours. You could even say this young guy from California had a hand in stopping the war.
By Alinesarajevo
I’ve started the school year at a small school in Sarajevo after spending ten months teaching teenagers in Southeast Asia. Teaching assertive Bosnian students takes some getting used to. Typically, half my class time in Bangkok last year would be spent coaxing trembling students to speak more loudly and loosen up. Many of the Thai children were anxious about embarrassing themselves, to the detriment of their language learning.
This article was submitted by ISA BELLE, a Dutch student studying in Herzegovina.
Beggars are not only a Balkan problem; they can be found everywhere from Beijing to New York and in rich and poor countries. However, beggars are definitely in high number in the Balkan. No way you can visit Bosnia or the Balkan and not have an encounter with them. In Bosnia, there are many Romanies (or gypsies) begging on the streets. They belong to an ethnic group migrated northward long ago from Central Asia and India and ended up in Eastern Europe.
This article is submitted by a former English teacher in Sarajevo.
I wake up at 9:30 and walk to the bakery five minutes from my door. I pay half a KM, about 25 cents, for a buhtla cokoladna – a warm roll with chocolate inside that I buy regularly but can never pronounce correctly. Returning home to eat, I watch an older episode of Oprah, which, as with all television programs in Sarajevo, is in its original language with local language subtitles. This has been a useful way to improve my vocabulary.
This article was submitted by an American teacher teaching English in Sarajevo.
I first met my student on a Monday evening. He was wearing a suit and tie, and his level was pre-intermediate. He had relatives in the US and had been to a language school there during a month-long trip. I admired this willingness for a relatively older learner with a high-status job to enroll in an elementary level language class.
This article was submitted by a former English teacher in Sarajevo.
She was an old woman, seventy-five years old, she told me, holding up seven fingers and then five. The day I moved into the flat in the building her family owned, she came up the steps the first day with some homemade sirnica, cheese pie. Every week or so she would come up the stairs slowly, bearing some kind of food. If I ever knocked on her door, she would invite me in for coffee and warm up some food for me.
PORTLAND, Oregon: A Million Movies a Minute, an independent distributor specializing in short documentaries, has announced the release of AFTER THE WAR: LIFE POST-YUGOSLAVIA. This 150-minute compilation includes films by 5 filmmakers from the former Yugoslavia, the Netherlands, Peru and the United States. These 9 films represent a broad spectrum of contemporary documentary film-making.The recent apprehension of Serbian war criminal Radovan Karadzic has brought the Bosnian war back into the international spotlight.
This article was submitted by ISA BELLE, a Dutch student studying in Herzegovina.
I was abruptly woken up by the alarm clock. My head was heavy, and I could not properly open my eyes or get out of the bed. Why should I anyway when the bed was so warm? But you know what? It was not even my alarm clock. Shit! I could have slept for at least half an hour more.Situations like these await you every day living in a three-person dormitory room. But who complains? There are some sacrifices you have to accept when you want to experience the adventure of finishing your high school abroad, sharing a small territory with two incredibly interesting roommates from the United States and Russia in an incredibly interesting town called Mostar.
I never cut my hair while traveling, but I did so in Belgrade. Why? Maybe so I could be in a closed environment with Serbs?
Psychologically, you cannot say anything bad about the person who tries to make you beautiful. I sat five meters across from Jelena’s former boss who had returned to work after recovering from an apparently terminal illness only to find she was now reporting to a former subordinate who was less qualified. Now she looked forward to her early retirement. While walking about the city, Jelena mentioned an invitation from a cousin whom she had not seen in a long time and wondered if I would not mind going there with her so she could spend time with both of us. I didn’t want to appear over-zealous, but secretly I wished Jelena would take the cousin up on the offer and take me there with her right then.
My name is Cindy, also rhymes with travel junkie. A friend said I was probably a gipsy in my previous life. One of my many secret missions in life is to convert you to run off every once in awhile.
