Belonging and looking back
These photos are from my last visit to Mostar, on easter weekend 2014. I found an artful egg, had coffee with dear buddies, and received my official membership card in the Abrasevic assembly.
“S Mostarom je drugačije, s njim se nikad ne opraštam. Jer, Mostar možeš napustiti, al on ne napušta tebe. Uvuče ti se pod kožu, protiče ti kroz vene i sjedini se s tobom, a da nisi ni svjestan toga. I onda je kasno, nostalgija te zauvijek vuče ka gradu rođenom na obalama Neretve.” (A. Šantić).
“It’s different with Mostar, I can never bid him farewell. You may leave Mostar, but he never leaves you. He creeps under your skin, runs through your veins and becomes one with you, even without your noticing. By then it’s too late, nostalgia pulls you forever back to the city born on the banks of the Neretva.” (Aleksa Santic)