I recently had the chance to be in Sarajevo, Bosnia for about 3 days. A friend invited me along on a trip he was taking, and I was free to go. I read some of the history of the 1990s' war to learn some; we talked to several people from a variety of backgrounds, and went to museums and memorials. It's a lovely city, but it has a remembered history that will make your soul sad, though it will also leave space for hope. The Ottoman welcoming of the exiled Jews who had to flee Spain after 1492, the spot where the Archduke Ferdinand was shot which precipitated World War I, Serbian (and others') nationalism, the Balkan holocaust in the 1940s (and a wall detailing 'the righteous among the nations'), the Non-Aligned Movement (as part of Yugoslavia) trying not avoid the worst of the Cold War, and the massacres of the war during the 1990s.
There was a lot to see and experience, but I haven't had time to write about it in detail, so I think I'll just leave these pictures and comments here. I really enjoyed my visit, but I don't remember ever visiting another place that left me with such a heavy sense of humanity even among the good and lovely. Much of it seemed relevant to today's troubles of exiles, alliances, and ignoring violence and the oppressed. The stories of hope and resilience and courage and grace were also there then as they are also happening now. Horror and Hope.
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Passover materials |
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a snowy street, the last day I was there |