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Bosnia Blues (2013-2014)


Bosnia the country I visited to find out what a war sadly can do to a culture, and to find if a society can overcome fear and anger. Yes it can. I felt Blue and melancholic for Bosnia, but there was also so much joy , open hearts and acceptance inbetween those painful moments where I saw the kind of  scars this country  has as consequence of a war. A war between 92 and 95 that I see as unfair still, writing this after hours , nightshifts, months of research that I did.


Never in Bosnia I had any problem,whether day or night. All precudices never became true. Whether in the outskirts of Sarajevo in the deepest fog, or in the woods next to Bears and lonely Rangers, whether on roads on my own, in Bars where no one knew me. Even when the police stopped me for speeding and I declared my self as a German (Schwabo as they say ) I was released without having to pay cause the policeman was laughing with me about my selfirony.


All I felt was the longing for acceptance, open doors and hearts wherever you would go. Where I started my journey,in the heart of the so called "Jerusalem of Europe", Sarajevo , there is so much cultural interaction, you wouldnt believe it if you didnt see it. It is a tragedy, that especially this symbol for a long term ethnical friendship, became later in the 90's the symbol of a war inside Europe. Theres much to say and much you cant say ,as no one who was not there, back then or even now can feel anything heavy like this. To quote a good friend of mine..

"Sarajevo and Bosnia, saw ages of Darkness , but inbetween that Darkness it has always preserved it's sould." Thank you Lamia, for these words. I couldnt have said it better.

What remains is photos that can indicate something which you would have interprete also for yourself.


Thanks to all the friends that I made and who made this project happen. The photos can only depict a part of what I felt and saw. Something like Sevdah, the happy music, with the tragic underline.


Throughout the country Harm, my translator and friend visited places and families who would retell a little of what has happened and talk with us about future and desires.


Hvala


Lamia and her friends who gave me the first couch to sleep,


Srce Sarajevo ( Heart of Sarajevo Hostel) , the best hostel in Bosnia. R.I.P Sead , I will never forget drinking my first Slibovica with you and all the nights we talked on history, life, music. Everytime I hear Dire Straits - Brothers in Arms I would think of you somehow and wish we could meet again someday in Sarajevo. You hosted me 4 weeks without compromise and I saw your hard work and I saw your soul was good as the sould of your family is. 


Nemanja for always being funny and making great music.


Harm for the best translation and being such a patient travel companion.


Benjamin for showing that theres no limits. Benjamin travelled by bike till Iran if I recall ? :)


Danilo who plays guitar like Hendrix and always lent me a serious ear .


Bojan and the bar "pussy Galore" for authentic nights


Dubioza Kollektiv for letting me walk backstage


the Kids from Alipasino for showing that peace is possible through all religions


Kino Bosna for letting my head reast after sad and long cold days.


Black Box Sarajevo for having great photos,keeping history alive.


Team of ARTE TV/ SPIEGEL TV

who inspired me, made my firsts steps possible on Bosnian ground.


A part of my heart always rests in and for Bosnia.



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