I love these behind the scenes peeks at a new film shot in Sarajevo recently, based on the true story and miraculous testimony of a women named Sabina K. I can’t wait to see it!
CoLab Radio publishes a photographic series about street chairs around the world; some of them are just amazingly hilarious. I submitted a photo from Srebrenica (“Buddy chairs“). It’s an urban furniture participatory archive. Below are two street chairs I saw in Ljubljana. Have you noticed street chairs in your city?
How to survive election facilitation? With election day starting at 2:30 am and ending almost 24 hours later, what are an observer’s coping methods?
1. Go to bed at 8 pm on E-day -1.
2. Coffee before.
3. Coffee during.
4. Coffee after!
5. Sms colleagues in other polling stations.
6. Listen to your radio handset.
7. Encourage courtesy visits by higher-ups.
8. Answer questions like: “Can I vote for my brother? He’s not here today.”
9. Discuss levels of tiredness.
10. Snack discreetly.
11. Check the clock.
13. Take great joy in filling out forms!
In November I posted some photos from Pristina. I went back again for vote collection this month and saw a bit more of the city… Travel diary. There’s a great Yugoslav rock song about idealistic youthful aspirations to see the world and make something of oneself, with the refrain- “but you don’t even have a ticket to Pristina!” Thankfully, in this case, we did.
By my Window have I for Scenery
Just a Sea—with a Stem—
If the Bird and the Farmer—deem it a “Pine”—
The Opinion will serve—for them—
It has no Port, nor a “Line”—but the Jays—
That split their route to the Sky—
Or a Squirrel, whose giddy Peninsula
May be easier reached—this way—
For Inlands—the Earth is the under side—
And the upper side—is the Sun—
And its Commerce—if Commerce it have—
Of Spice—I infer from the Odors borne—
Of its Voice—to affirm—when the Wind is within—
Can the Dumb—define the Divine?
The Definition of Melody—is—
That Definition is none—
It—suggests to our Faith—
They—suggest to our Sight—
When the latter—is put away
I shall meet with Conviction I somewhere met
Was the Pine at my Window a “Fellow
Of the Royal” Infinity?
Apprehensions—are God’s introductions—
To be hallowed—accordingly—
I haven’t posted many everyday photos recently, being focused on travels, protests, and the like. Here are a few little photos from my favorite lunch spot in Srebrenica. I love the pale late winter light. We were laughing and chatting while eating Bosnian doughnuts (ustipci) but the camera caught this contemplative philosophical mood in our expressions.
The first celebrations of March 8 as International Women’s Day were actually held in the US at the beginning of the last century, but I had never heard of it until I came to Bosnia, where it’s a big deal– something like Mother’s Day and Valentine’s Day combined! Gender equality is also now a big theme, with slogans like, “Don’t give me flowers, I want a job!” But I think my friend Marina said it best, “I want flowers AND a job.” We danced kolo (Bosnian folk dance), joked and snacked.
Virus is one of the places in Mostar that most inspires me. A local designer uses a tiny storefront owned by her family to create an independent, alternative gallery, where she gathers and exhibits art of young local artists, somehow scraping the money together to keep the gallery open. Across the street is a posh corporate-funded gallery.