days in sarajevo

so we did some shopping, and in one shop met this
lovely nejragirl (and bro, no Im not bringing her as a souvenir :))

we sat in a park for a long time.
and get to know two bosnian men,
bosnians are amazing, so friendly and kind.
they bought some corns for us to eat
and just sat with us and chatted.
we heard something about the ethnic situation from them.
the whole bosniawar is quite messy and a long story
but briefly said it was cause of ethnic problems,
serbiand wanted a own country and then there were
the croatians and bosnians and mess was ready to begin.

we went to the historical museum.
so much injustice, hopelesness, blood and murder.
massacres and civil victims.
couldn help but cry.
and if my heart of stone can feel like this,
how much must the Father be suffering.
but then, from the pictures the children from the war
looked me with a smile on their face.
I think hope in the middle of desperation is one of
the most beautiful things I know.

back at the hostel two italians made some pasta for us.
Jesus really fed us good that day :)
we also heard about the situation in italy.
never quite understood that his berlusconi thing
is so strong there. also played an international game of strikes.
and I did not like bosnian beer. so far the slovakian has been best,
though didnt enjoy even that too much. bosnian coffee was great.

last day in sarajevo we met with nejra.
she is a young muslmim girl and so kind!
we just talked with her about what girls our age
talk about and hanged out.
milka and tytti ran into some dutch christians doing dramas
at one of the main squares. kind of encouraging to think
that weve been there also to prepare ways with praying.

also had a good time as the body of christ.
its learning, this being different and open and honest.

beautiful sarajevo waved us off with a thunderstorm and rain.
sad to go, but as one of tyttis friends texted her,
you need to go in order to arrive.