Bosnia no. 1: Mysterious, intriguing and somehow familiar
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