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Travel Blogs from Sarajevo
SNIPER ALLEY, THEN AND NOW
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Dessert consisted of baklava and Turkish coffee. Jill seemed surprised that I would not find out what people do for a living. There was discussion about 'No kangaroos in Austria' shirts, Arjan noting there was none in the size of Rose and Catherine, prompting me to burst out laughing but Madame Nathalie sat Rachel-faced.
The Aussie blokes went out for a drink. Arjan wanted to go out for a walk so we went as far as the Archduke Ferdinant ...
Istanbul of the West
... 10,000 people who died during that 4-year period. While visiting the cemetery, I met Yosif, a Bosnian Army soldier who (in uniform) was taking some time to honor the fallen. His father, two uncles, one aunt, and three cousins were among the graves before us - all of them were civilian casualties. It was heartbreaking to speak with Yosif for just a few minutes, but he stood with respect and in national uniform, proud of the independence gained ...
A raisin in the sun
... the conspirators. Conspiracy theorists, had there been any, would have found their life's work handed to them. The first bomb-chucker and Princip both swallowed prussic acid after performing their acts, but it turned out the poison they'd bought was fake. The bomber also tried to finish himself off by jumping off the embankment into the Miljacka where he landed in four inches of water. And this is what led to WWI? A cab ride far up into the hills to ...
Sarajevo in the thick of it all
... to the breakfast room, where the receptionist was waiting. A local Sarajevan, she did not look out of place amid the Tito kitsch and dusty faux woodwork that adorned the room. Her Soviet hairstyle was boxy and masculine, with gold hoop earrings dangling below, and her incessant smoking gave her a hazy aura like a regular at an old spit-and-sawdust bar. Viewing our shivering bodies, she scurried away to return five minutes later with a bottle of vodka and CD of Bosnian ...
Birthdays in Sarajevo
... the were definitely surprised. That day we drove to Sarajevo, another place where I didn't know what to expect. The drive was beautiful with the greenery, hills, and mountains. We heard a few pretty depressing stories about the areas we stopped in and some of the things we saw from the war just a few years ago. One of the places we stopped at was a lookout point of the city, in the midst ofthe old Olympic village there were two huge cemetaries, it ...