There are many reasons to write this story. It was a wonderful experience that I would like to share, not only by telling friends, but also in words written down. Maybe it’s me trying to show my gratitude, because I was overwhelmed by these warm, friendly people and I didn’t understand why I deserved that. Somehow I seem to end up in situations like this where it’s me leaving with a gift while I was the one in need of help.Continue Reading "Dragana"
Dobro jutro! While kneeled down in front of my guest bed rummaging through my bag I suddenly feel two small arms around my shoulders and a small body pressed against my back. The eight-year-old girl whose room I’m sharing this week, has come to hug me good morning and disappears as suddenly as she came in.
When I’m left alone in the room after the hug, I feel my heart pounding, my stomach fluttering and my eyes water. Soon tears stream down my cheeks. A liquid smile through every fibre of my body. And at the same time pain, a subdued haze that I could call sadness. It is something that is hard to explain, but for me maybe the most valuable feeling there is. Experiencing extremes, let it wash over you, influence each other and reinforce. Connecting.
I’m staying at a young couple’s house in Sarajevo. For a few of days I am a part of their lives and they are a part of mine. At first their daughter looked at me with suspicion when she saw my bags next to her bed. A stranger speaking a different language and sleeping in her bed, she didn’t seem to know what to make of that.Continue Reading "Princess of the Mountains"
Day 45 – 1st of August, 2015
It’s late in the afternoon, I should be looking for a good place to set up my camp before the dogs will wake up from their siesta and start to terrorise me. But the sun is still incredibly warm and I’m in a lazy mood. Lazy and dreamy. I’m gently pedalling my way through the beautiful mountain landscape near Drvar.
When suddenly a car passes by and stops right in front of me, I immediately wake up.Continue Reading "Ranko"
Gaga is the name of a man I met in Buna, Bosnia & Herzegovina. I don’t think it’s the name his parents gave him, but he probably chose it for a good reason. I liked it, because it was finally a name I could pronounce.Continue Reading "GAGA"