Souvenirs from BiH

I’m back from a week’s assignment in Bosnia, commissioned by Garde Cartiere. It was really hard work, driving every day for about 3-5 hours on the local roads, organizing, photographing, … But as always Bosnia is great. I can’t explain with usual stereotypes, but I love Bosnia. I have great friends there and I always meet more great people. Like I met Igor Motl with who I got in contact in wordpress blogosphere and of course there is a Sarajevo Massive with Timur, Šimek, Emina and other friends from pro.ba + I visit Paul Lowe in his house.

I met so many incredible people. People who are full of love and devoted in helping their fellow persons like Jovan Divjak, Tetka Zilha and many many others. I’ll publish their portraits after I show it to photoeditor in Italy.

But unfortunately I met also some people, that I would prefer to avoid. Like last day my car was broke into and a studio flash with flashfeeder and radio synchro receiver and two transmitters were stolen. I blame it completely on my laziness that I left it in a trunk. It was my last night in Sarajevo and I felt relaxed and my cautiousness drop, so I made a mistake. Neighbor told me that this street is a very popular by thefts. Anyhow I travel a lot and this is first time that i was robbed.

That day I’ll remember also because when I was driving back to SLO, I picked up a senior lady that was hitchhiking and I soon she started to offer herself to me. I realize she was an old prostitute and although it was funny at the start I show her that I don’t appreciate the conversation and just turn up the music and drop her off where she was going.

While driving I contemplated everything what I’ve experienced and visualized my thoughts as a water flowing down my spine. I felt such a pure and strong water current and although few drops of oil pollutes thousand litters of water, I just focused how it’s being flushed out by a power of Niagara falls. Strange thing happened. In my mind appeared a picture of my friends that got involved in the crime and that they are probably doing the same to others. I imagined my friend from Sarajevo that got addicted by heroin and although I know he’s not in Bosnia I imagined that I give him my stuff and he is relived of pain for a few hours.

I was relived from the painful experience forever.

Today I flew a glider plane for two circles and it felt great!