Golden Valley Sarajevo
third time staying here in life!
and still faszienierend, new, strange and exciting.
after we fled from Mitrovica to the bus we end somewhere in montenegro. middle of the night at some intersections, somewhere in nowhere.
in the dark, we traipse through a settlement and set up our modest camp near a heumiete. After several critical look at cloud-covered sky and a Montenegrin beer we sleep half five.
early the next morning we hold the tramperglueck and we are three lifts relatively quickly from the Serbian border.
go oh, really do not know what serbien.ich in this country. somehow all of which have hurt NEN. especially the limiter. because after a brief insight into our passports (the stamp with the Kosovar) starts meanness. out of the car. evil eye. severe finger to point us into a building container. backpacks down. Well then stop and have the usual chicane. everything is turned upside down, each drawn teaches pants pocket, took every piece of garbage more carefully. as also need a tilt selbstgedrehtrer cheroot comes to the fore is complicated. looks like a halt to the joint is, but no. the Serbs do not know what turning tobacco because they have to pay only 50 cents for a pack, the Flip can to make it clear to roll a bead of sweat or other anxiety.
Finally irgendie HERE but anyway and luckily the cops do not discover our Kosovo shirt and the matching belt.
alone our beautiful temple in Kosovo passport very professionally with illegible kuligeschmiere have made invalid bothers me. Kosovo + + does not exist for us so clearly, you stupid nazis, but finally accepted it! serbia is like nokia, every year is a smaller version out. and probably a bit too pretty. I am practicing so in tolerance, but the past and speak more against Serbia.
out of sight of the border we put on ourselves and hitchhike. the type of taking us is really cool, he's nice, funny and very helpful. He steers us to the train station and gives us even more yet to come a little help in things.
when I ask him about his job he says he's at the limit a tax collector working .... exactly what the contrasts are even encounter a constantly and such make travel interesting.
after a little wrangling in which a taxi driver whom we were not for role-playing are we even on the same night in Sarajevo. the only one longing for the city I have concrete. finally here. I like all seems familiar, smooth polished cobbled, the muezzin's call, the smoke that emanates from the ovens of snacks.
the next two days we do not do much except just be here. I read in the park a bit, let myself in the atmosphere, trying to take everything in me, go into the tunnel museum, which documents the cruel war and I feel as always, caught between two worlds.
well, tonight Go out yet, we have picked up a Canadian who wants to have a drink with us. would
So Long
(pics later gives, hab grad bock no upload) or the Land of Mordor
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