Fresh Wounds

Leaving Dalmatia and heading inland to Bosnia was a great decision. Though I enjoyed my time on the coast, the holiday seeking tourists I shared space with there to some extent derailed my effort to get to know the Balkans - though perhaps it should be thought of as part of that same experience, to seek an understanding of the tourist industry that alone supports most of the regions economy. That said, it seems prepackaged, and ultimately a bit less real for those seeking a grittier exposure to what stands today of the former Yugoslavia. It is a great place to visit, but I suggest doing so at a different time of the year bc in the high season you are bound to grow jaded in no time. Thankfully, there is a healthy dose of reality but a short drive away in Bosnia which experienced the brunt of the violence in the war that took place here in the early 90s. Not to say that the other republics did not experience the same degree of tragedy, but greater percentage of the fighting occurred here, and in one day I saw more of the scars of war than I had previously in two plus weeks in Croatia and Slovenia. It is quite telling that fifteen years later there remain upwards of twenty thousand land mines still in the ground, and as all the guidebooks warn, one should step off the pavement at your own peril.

Mostar feels like an open wound which, fifteen years later, shows few signs of fully healing. Its the 2nd largest city in Bosnia, and home to the iconic I mentioned in the previous post. There is a Muslim majority here, with minarets dotted across the city landscape, though the city still retains a significant Croat - Catholic - minority; each inhabits their designated side of the city and mixes only as needed, it seems. The old town resembles a mini Turkish bazaar, though it caters more to the tourist and their interest in trinkets and other distinctive flare then the average local consumer. It is quite small, linked by the old bridge, but has a bunch of great little restaurants terraced along the beautiful river and its clear water with greenish tint. Extending out from the old town is a jumble of modern buildings extended along the river toward the bus station.

View of Old Bridge:

View from Bridge:

The evidence of the war is everywhere, with innumerable abandoned, roofless buildings across the city, each with untamed weeds growing through the windows/roof. One street, marking the division between the two sides of the city, has little left among the larger administrative buildings and schools that were once situated here. Even more disturbing, most of the green space that the city possessed had been used as makeshift cemeteries, with tightly packed graves haphazardly placed amidst the trees. It is a really surreal experience to find a sea of gravestones - men and women of all ages - all bearing the same year of death. Given these constant reminders, it seems it would be incredibly difficult for the city to get past the events of the war, and for the tension that it provoked to recede. But the city has rallied, and despite a lack of funds needed to address the effects of the war - the buildings will likely remain vacant for a while - it seems to be doing pretty well. There are plenty of new buildings on the landscape, next to or across the street from the remaining stone heaps, and now that the bridge has been reconstructed - finished in 2004 - tourists have returned in droves, though few spend the night as of yet, mostly on day trips. The bridge really seems to be a uniting force, with the community seemingly feeling cleansed by its return. It is these symbol of the city and its difficult to go somewhere that does not promote it.

Gutted Buildings:

Needless to say its a fascinating place, at a fascinating time. Entering a revival but unable to conceal the scars of its recent war. There seem to be few places in Europe where one can be exposed to such violence - and its not like this is a continent is unfamiliar with war. I guess the rest of Europe received plenty of monetary support from America in the form of the Marshall Plan. Makes one wonder how long it would have taken the evidence of that to disappear if not for us. Anyway, I have moved on to my next city, Sarajevo, another interesting city with its own war story and historical relevance. This entry is arriving a day late because of some issues with the internet. I presume that the same will be the case with my next from here, probably written a day or two from now from Belgrade. It has been an interesting ride here though - and my 6am bus ride, the only to Belgrade on Sunday, should be a good time for me to collect my thoughts on what to share about this place.