A comment from a frequent reader of this blog:
A quite famous Italian rock band wrote, in the 90s, a whole album on the bosnian conflict. They recorded an impressive live concert in a cd entitled “La guerra, la terra” (the war, the earth), and the most touching song is indeed “Cupe vampe” (gloomy flames). I watched them playing it in Banja Luka, but the public was expecting the typical italian melodic pop and were not prepared to this, so it wasn’t that successful. But I still listen to it in the nights spent driving through the Balkans, and sometimes it makes me cry.
I hesitated before hitting the “Publish” button from my blog editor. I don’t like blogging sensational, negative news; but the news regarding one Bosnian living in Austria carrying an Islamic decorated backpack of explosives to the American’s embassy reminded me of a conversation I had with a friend of mine in Bosnia.
When I was in Sarajevo, I lived on a hill behind the U.S. Embassy and walked past it almost every other day. The first thing which struck me was how many guns carried by the guards. I thought Bosnia was still considered a “troubled” region. However, my friend snickered: “We are Muslims and they think we are all terrorists.”
I passed this club almost every single day as it located right in the center of Sarajevo. Let’s see what people say about him.
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Is that on the menu?
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.
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.
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.
