Mostar, the city on the Neretva River about which so much has been written. Mostar, the city with probably Bosnia’s most visited landmark, Stari Most (Old Bridge) which is a beautiful example of (a rebuilt) Islamic architecture. Mostar, the city that is divided into two groups: the Croatian population and the Bosnian population, separated by the Neretva river. Mostar, a city where I stayed for 3 days, walked around endlessly and was confronted again and again with the past in all its glory, and unfortunately also its wounds. Very deep wounds. Scars. Yes, scars is the exact word.
Bullet holes still visible, referring to the political instability in the 90’s. Or let’s just say it like it is: this was a war zone. The Sniper Tower, I don’t need to explain that? Barely 25 years back in time. I was 15 years old when I saw the footage on TV of ‘a’ war in ex-Yugoslavia. The time when the internet was still in its infancy and TV reporting was almost our only visual source. No YouTube, No Instagram, No Facebook. The political instability is still there. Very recently I learned that Srpska Republika (autonomous region in Bosnia Herzegovina) wants to separate permanently from Bosnia. To be continued.
Mostar left a very deep impression on me. A very deep impression. Those who only go there to admire the Stari Most, and to buy a nice souvenir in the cobblestoned streets around the bridge, have not really experienced Mostar. The past and present are so close together. Put Mostar, on your bucket list. Please.
But look beyond that ‘bridge’. Please.
Stay Safe Folks
This is my entry to Dan Antion’s Thursday Doors Challenge