Sarajevo / Bosnia and Herzegovina · 2017 wasted on war
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Bullet holes and makeup
eventually they made up
let bygones be bygones
from buy guns to bye guns
too many dead from the fight
many more dead inside
after the twilight the night
only mascara can turn it bright
light as a kite
what you can’t fathom
you can only forget
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a glimpse
glimpse: RIP | Why rip their children’s beds to shreds with shrapnel fury and rocket rage? Why rip those families and friends apart for someone else’s change of heart? Why rip into those lives with bullets and knives, buy greedy gain with blackest pain? Why rip open their roofs with misled missiles guided by the ill indifference of those sitting afar? Why rip off their limbs with the obsession of those few who knew, who sow their green in other’s blood? Why rip peace into pieces for all of humanity’s worst reasons? R.I.P.
glimpse: LIKE NO/ANY OTHER | Looking at this scene I see two streets: one that is like any other and one that is like no other. It’s an everyday street, a street next door, ordinary but unique. It’s made from the same elements as the others, still its particular installation is found in no other. Maybe it is both like no/any other, or maybe it needs your angle to be one or the other.
While everybody devours the views from the Old Bridge, its neighbor's are up for grabs.
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Mostar / Bosnia and Herzegovina · 2017 pristine blue
The city had some big, green lungs that breathed right through the stone.
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Sarajevo / Bosnia and Herzegovina · 2017 green lungs
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places / stories
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Sarajevo / Bullet Holes and Makeup
Sarajevo / Bosnia and Herzegovina · 2017 shot to shambles
Sarajevo / Bosnia and Herzegovina · 2017 lighthearts
The scars were bullet-shaped holes. Deep too. But they'd plastered so much makeup over the surface that eventually those holes were just shadows.
Sarajevo / Bosnia and Herzegovina · 2017 antennas to the heavens
Sarajevo / Bosnia and Herzegovina · 2017 Jub & Bob
Sarajevo / Bosnia and Herzegovina · 2017 Olympic leftovers
Nobody looked at me. When you blend in, you are invisible. And that invisibility is a freedom. I indulged many freedoms in Latin America, Asia, and Africa, many more than were afforded to me by any Western straitjacket-state, but not this one. Suddenly, my DNA read person, not foreigner. I’d almost forgotten because what you don’t have doesn’t take up much space in your mind. And so I walked and smiled invisibly until I’d left at least one or two atoms of mine in every nook and cranny of Sarajevo.
Sarajevo / Bosnia and Herzegovina · 2017 mixed architectural bag
Sarajevo / Bosnia and Herzegovina · 2017 a young night
Sarajevo / Bosnia and Herzegovina · 2017 permanently unfinished
Sarajevo / Bosnia and Herzegovina · 2017 window cluster
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Mostar / Drinks and Times
Mostar / Bosnia and Herzegovina · 2017 A refugee of the Bosnian war, Helena had to leave her home country, but it never left her. Throughout all those years in Finland, and the more recent chapter in Croatia’s Zagreb, she missed the heartiness that runs deep in Bosnian culture and people. And matters of the heart matter, more than others. That’s why Helena moved back. Leveraging the capital of her business background, she now runs a hostel with her friend Vecca who shares the same history and itenarary of displacement. The two women go way back and make the perfect match going forward with this endeavor – Helena lighting up the place with her mischievous ways, and Vecca holding it together and down-to-earth.
Mostar / Bosnia and Herzegovina · 2017 hillside cemetary
Mostar / Bosnia and Herzegovina · 2017 cross slabs
I could have spent a little lifetime in Bosnia, if I had one to spare, and I knew that the moment I knew them. Helena and Vecca and good laughs and drinks and times. How easy a life when no one is watching, when there’s nothing to do but to be and raise a bottle and down some doubts.
Mostar / Bosnia and Herzegovina · 2017 pink neighbor
Mostar / Bosnia and Herzegovina · 2017 immaculate molecules
During the day, that town was a circus but at night it was empty and quiet as a funeral home.
Mostar / Bosnia and Herzegovina · 2017 guy and cat
Mostar / Bosnia and Herzegovina · 2017 empty night
Mostar / Bosnia and Herzegovina · 2017 fairy nights
Unfinished business I have none, not there, not anywhere. But unfinished games, plenty.
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