Author Archives: Katja

It is funny, how both different and the same street art can be all over the world. In Sarajevo, they also use stencil grafitti, but here, many of them were about LGBT rights. Which felt so refreshing, considering that the only fully filled out Couchsurfing host profile that I found for Sarajevo ended with theContinue reading “Day 24-25: Street art of Sarajevo”

I did go to one museum in Sarajevo. The Galerija 11/07/95. It is a small photo exhibition of Srebrenica, consisting of quite recent photos of the refugee camp and the exhumation of the mass graves, commemorating that fateful day in 1995 when more than 8000 Bosniaks (Bosnian Muslims), mostly men and boys, were killed byContinue reading “Day 25: Galerija 11/07/95”

It’s a thing they have in these European cities: free city tours. You have a guide, who takes you around town, showing things, and in the end you’re expected to tip them. So they aren’t really free, but you can choose how much you pay for them. I went on the city tour in Sarajevo,Continue reading “Day 25: The free city tour”

Not having slept very much in the night, my second day in Sarajevo was spent slowly walking up and down random streets surrounding the old town. I took a turn, and then another, walking uphill, and suddenly I found my way to another cemetery, and overlooking it and most of Sarajevo, a kind of smallContinue reading “Day 25: The vista point”

It’s way past 10 (9/7) and I should get going, really, go out do something. But my feet are full of blisters and yesterday I went to sleep after three in the morning. I don’t have blisters because of my shoes, my shoes are great, I love my shoes. I have blisters because I’ve actuallyContinue reading “Day 25: Morning in Sarajevo”

My plan was to spend the evening catching up on my blog posts. I was so far behind, and being this overly ambitious is not always good for my peace of mind. But when I went down to the common room to rinse off my apricots and figs, the rain was pouring down outside andContinue reading “Day 24: Conversations in the rain”

After the tunnel tour, I still didn’t feel quite done with the day, so I decided to take a walk. There are many bridges crossing the Miljacka River, one of which is this new construction in front of the Art School (I think). There aren’t really any museums to speak of in Sarajevo – mostContinue reading “Day 24: A walk through the concrete jungle”

Between 1992 and 1995, Sarajevo was under seige by the Serbian army. The traces of the seige are still visible everywhere in the city: bullet holes in some of the house facades, abandoned buildings, memorials surrounded by flowers and lighted candles. And many of the most popular tourist attractions relate to the Balkan war inContinue reading “Day 24: The tunnel tour”

Mr. P, on a bench next to the Latin Bridge, by the spot where Prince Franz Ferdinand was shot – an assasination that instigated an entire world war. An incredibly fateful intersection, the one where Obala Kulina Bana and the Latin Bridge meet.

I’ve just eaten my lunch, a cevapcici (a kind of meatball-sausage in bread with onions). That’s what I was told to do by Alexander, get a cevapcici at Bascarsija. So here I am. It was good, but heavy to digest and now I’m sitting lazily in my chair, listening to the prayer song from theContinue reading “Day 24: On Pigeon Square”