Bosnia and Herzegovina

Bosnia and Herzegovina is a wild country full of scars. Rugged mountains and rocky valleys, sun-scorched fields and crystal-clear lakes. The past is close and cruel. The social divisions left behind by Yugoslavia and its bloody end run deep. In hardly any other country do the Occident and Orient clash more fiercely than in Bosnia and Herzegovina. But tradition and modernity, ethnic nationalism and a multi-ethnic state, denial and truth are also opposites that stand side by side here. Despite everything, the people of this beautiful country are hospitable and full of warmth. A country on the move, with hope in the hearts of its people.

Sutjeska-Nationalpark

A small border crossing takes us from Croatia to Bosnia. We follow a narrow road that winds its way up a mountain in numerous bends. The road becomes a dusty track. We seem to have taken a wrong turn. Steep descents and potholes, low-hanging branches and passing idyllic farmhouses – at some point we return to a well-maintained highway that leads us to the largest city in the region.

Banja Luka is surrounded by gorges and mountain landscapes. Green avenues run through its heart, with the river Vrbas flowing through its center like an artery. An old fortress marks the medieval center. Today, Banja Luka is the seat of government of the Republika Srpska and a university town. Somewhat sleepy on this hot summer afternoon, a few people sit in the shade in the cafés and bars. The spire of the Cathedral of the Redeemer casts a shadow over the surrounding square. An old woman has raised her eyes reverently to the cross at the top.

Banja Luka
Banja Luka

We cross gorges and narrow serpentines – time and again, buses and trucks have to swerve and maneuver to the side of the road with centimetre precision to allow oncoming cars to pass. Finally, we reach Sarajevo. At first, the outskirts of the city present themselves as ugly remnants of the Yugoslavian era. Then, after we have safely parked our car, we suddenly find ourselves in an insane pedestrian zone. A road marking separates the Christian-western part of the city from the Ottoman-eastern part. The worlds could not clash more starkly. In the Christian quarter, Orthodox churches rise up out of the sea of houses. The facades of the buildings, architectural styles and elements, colors and shapes are diverse. Much is run-down, only a few have been renovated. At the end of the pedestrian zone, an eternal flame burns in memory of the victims of the Second World War.

Church in Sarajevo
Church in Sarajevo
City of Sarajevo

We turn around and walk back to the Ottoman part. The street becomes increasingly crowded. The Turkish cafés are filled with people. Praying people gather in front of the mosques. It is an inextricable hustle and bustle. Small bazaars and craft stores are hidden in the back alleys and side streets. Copper cups and ornately crafted metal goods. Sweets and carpets. The smell of shisha steam and baked bread hangs in the air. In one fell swoop, we have been thrown around a thousand kilometers further into Istanbul. We will change worlds several more times this evening and be amazed again and again.

City of Sarajevo
City of Sarajevo
Bazaar in Sarajevo
Mosque in Sarajevo
Bazaar in Sarajevo

The people of Sarajevo are resilient and full of hope, despite a cruel past. During the siege of the Bosnian war, when even water was life-threatening to obtain, they shared bread and courage. Today, the city’s inhabitants stroll across Markale Square, once the scene of a tragedy, which is now full of life. Cafés are filled, music plays and the streets are full of children, couples, old people and tourists. Sarajevo is a place where past and future coexist.

City of Sarajevo
City of Sarajevo
City of Sarajevo
City of Sarajevo

Out of the capital. We follow a road that gets narrower and narrower, winding higher and higher through bushes and shrubs. Suddenly, there is a portal in front of us: nature has carved a gate into the mountains, which we pass through. A high plateau with a barren steppe landscape, conifers, lonely vacation huts and a crystal-clear mountain lake stretches out behind it: welcome to Blidinje National Park.

Lunch in a tourist restaurant – probably the only one up here. Groups of quad bikes roar pass us from time to time. We leave the road and circle the lake on a bumpy dirt track. We set up camp in a sheltered spot right by the water. A storm is brewing over the mountains. Rain and hail force us to sit out the storm in the car. When the sky clears later, we explore the surrounding area. It’s the idyll we’ve been looking for. This evening, it is ours alone.

Blidinje Nature Park
Blidinje Nature Park
Blidinje Nature Park
Blidinje Nature Park
Blidinje Nature Park
Blidinje Nature Park
Blidinje Nature Park
Blidinje Nature Park

The topless man climbs over the railing of the bridge. A minute-long show in which he fires up the waiting mass of people. He asks for silence, spreads his arms, then lets himself fall. He elegantly plunges 19 meters into the depths before sinking into the water. Destroyed during the Bosnian war and rebuilt ten years later, the Stari Most bridge has become a landmark of Mostar. Nestled between mountains and full of winding alleyways, the city and its surroundings are a place to be discovered. The minarets of numerous mosques rise up between the flat houses. Boats float down the River Neretva, on which banks spectators watch the bridge jumpers.

Stari Most Brücke in Mostar
Stari Most Brücke in Mostar
Stari Most Brücke in Mostar

The darkest chapter in the country’s history is probably the genocide of around 8,000 Bosniaks. To this day, the murderers, commanders and the Republic of Serbia shirk their responsibility and deny history.

Srebrenica lies in a green valley. Pear and apple trees grow on the edge of a ruined castle. On the outskirts of the town are cemeteries. Minarets and a church tower stand close together. Young people have sprayed graffiti on an abandoned hotel. A conspicuous number of houses are left empty and destroyed. Even if the great killing did not take place here, it is impossible to imagine Srebrenica without the screams and desperate tears of the victims. The region has still not recovered from the massacre. A large part of the population has not returned and a certain lack of prospects prevails.

Srebrenica
Srebrenica

The UN Blue Helmet mission was housed in a former battery factory. Refugees sought shelter in this supposedly safe haven. The Blue Helmet soldiers watched as the Serbian military, led by Ratko Mladić, separated men and women and decided who would live or die. Men and boys were taken to neighboring villages for execution.

An unbearable silence hangs in the former factory halls. Horrified faces, secret tears. Pictures and videos show the horror. Art installations and objects from the mass graves bring the history agonizingly to life.

UNIS Srebrenica
UN-Helmet in Srebrenica
UNIS Srebrenica

The Brčko district still plays a special administrative role today and shows that the social and ethnic divides in the country are still deep. Officially, the Federation of Bosnia and Herzegovina and the Republika Srpska administer the Brčko District.

On this warm late summer evening, the pedestrian zone of the border town is full of people. Two girls are selling homemade bracelets. Bosnian, German and English are spoken. Many of those who fled to safe countries during the Bosnian war have started families in their new homeland. Now they have returned for a vacation. The atmosphere is relaxed, laughter echoes through the streets.

Toy Shop in Distrikt Brčko
Distrikt Brčko
Distrikt Brčko
Distrikt Brčko
Fischermen in Distrikt Brčko

There is more than one side to the story. Truth and lies intermingle. The years pass and the witnesses become fewer. In the end, the past remains what we read about it in history books today. Murderers become heroes and people become numbers. Numbers of victims, numbers of soldiers. Numbers of starving people, numbers of dying people, numbers of displaced persons.

The Bosnian war is one of the most recent and bloodiest wars in Europe. Thirty years later, the hatred sown decades ago still divides society. In some places, the rifts seem insurmountable. When will people begin to see the beauty of their country and its ethnic diversity as a valuable treasure? So much new could grow out of it.

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