I left my heart in Sarajevo.
I don’t know how to verbalize my love for this heartbreakingly beautiful city, but I will try. Sarajevo is full of color, of aromas, of music. The central fountain is a place for pigeons to gather and people to gossip and laugh, old men play chess in the square, vendors sell trinkets along every street. Yet, bullet holes scar the faces of too many buildings, red resin fills shell craters in the street, marking where civilians were killed by shells.
The recent war is impossible to erase; you can feel that something happened here. But, I think, knowing about Sarajevo's suffering makes me love it even more.
|Fountain at the Mosque|
|Ceiling of the Serb Orthodox Cathedral|
|According to my tour guide (who lived in Sarajevo during the siege when he was a child), this window in the Catholic Cathedral was almost completely destroyed by shelling; miraculously, Christ on the cross was not damaged.|
|At the mosque|
Before I end this, though, I strongly encourage everyone to read up on the Siege of Sarajevo and the Yugoslav wars. I can recommend a number of books, documentaries, and feature films that are worth watching; let me know if you want suggestions.
|Gazi Husrev-bey Bezistan covered markets|
|The National Library of Bosnia & Herzegovina was completely destroyed in 1992. Irreplaceable texts and manuscripts were lost, and civilians who tried to save books from the burning library were fired upon; at least one person was killed.|