In my past blog entry about Bosnia’s Enjoy Life video campaign, I commented about the lack of reality depicted and that the country was not as relaxing as it seemed. However, I understand the motivation behind and the necessity for making this video.
“Enjoy Life” is one of the rare positive portrayals of Bosnia on online media. Do a simple search on Google and Youtube, and you will come up with either genocide, extremist, war or more layman terms such as “f*ck X” where “X” can be replaced by any objects associated with the recent war in Bosnia.
Comment from a blog reader: Coming from the UK and wanting information on accommodation with local families, maps, etc.I don’t know much about living with the local there; however, I am pretty sure this is possible. If you do, please advise. Thanks.
Remark: The deadline for this year has passed. If you are interested or know those who do, please pass on this information. The deadline should be sometime in June.
I am not the one who asks the above question. Apparently, a techie working on an SEO Black Hat project needs help from people who live in Bosnia-Herzegovina. However, he starts having some doubt about the existence of this country. And No! This isn’t a philosophical question, nor this clueless techie is a Serb.
Anyway, his blog post makes to the Digg site and receives passionate attention from some furious –probably—Bosnian.
Last Friday night, my colleagues and I went for a beer at a pub in Vysehrad. I was chatting with the husband of my co-worker when I heard something like “jako Sarajevu” from the other end of the table. “It was strange,” I thought to hear anything about Sarajevo in this country. Then Tomas, the husband explained that they have a popular expression in Czech: “Sedm koukle jako Sarajevu” meaning “Seven bullets as in Sarajevo.”
Sevdah is a form of Bosnian traditional folk music, strangely and surprisingly are played everywhere in Sarajevo. It looked so odd to me to see teenagers humming along Sevdah tunes.
C(udna jada od Mostara grada,
sve od lani pa evo do sada.
Kako Biba, C(elebic’a zlato,
bol boluje nikom ne kazuje.
The first meal I had in the city was the chicken sandwich or sandwich “sa piletinom” at Piceriza Pomodorino on Branilaca Sarajeva Street, behind the main street walk. The sandwich is pita pocket bread stuffed with chicken and some white cream I had trouble distinguished. I came from an extensive sauce-flavored dish culture, thus if being asked, I can pick out one or two sauces.
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.
