Lepiej dojechać donikąd, niż byle gdzie
I felt their eyes on me.
„You alone?”
„No, my husband is right behind me,” I answered knowing that they will find out that my husband either wears an invisibility cloak or does not exist if they stay at the road for a while.
It was surprisingly familiar. Unplastered houses among the fields. Hills covered with juicy, green grass. On the road sometimes a tractor, sometimes a dilapidated Golf II, sometimes a shiny black BMW with tinted glass. Just like at home. Only instead of church towers there were minarets on the horizon and sometimes some women in hijab […]
Czytaj dalej Bosnia no. 1: Mysterious, intriguing and somehow familiar