A FEW HOURS IN SARAJEVO (continued, p.2) It was a pleasant walk, during which we occasionally stopped to drink water and watch the people in the park near a river. During the walk we met now and then houses and other buildings are marked by war. Holes from bullets and fragments were not sealed, and the houses look like they have recently chickenpox smallpox. Apparently, for the 14 years that have passed since the end of the war in Sarajevo were more important things than the sealing of some holes. In the city itself, however, bombed and derelict houses not much, although a few of these houses we still caught my eye. My walk along the river bank, we have completed in the old city, founded by the Turks in the mid 15 th century. Here is a market where you can find local products. Here we stopped for lunch, because McDonald's restaurant in Sarajevo no. The charismatic symbol of Western culture has yet to get into this country. Fried potatoes and orange soda helped to restore our strength to ensure that we could continue our walk through the city, particularly on the road, which during the war became known as "sniper alley". This part of town, which lies just to the side of the business district, adjacent to the Serb snipers fired on the hills. They did this in order to to minimize the economic activity in the besieged city. During four years of siege here killed several hundred people, and thousands more were injured while trying to navigate a wide boulevard with four lanes and two more in the middle, intended for the trams. Locals risked their lives trying to cross the boulevard without a cover, only occasionally following the tanks and armored vehicles of UN peacekeepers to protect them against attacks by snipers. Eventually, the locals built a tunnel from the valley to the airport, which would bring small quantities of food and evacuate citizens who were wounded during the fighting and bombing. Today, this street does not like about these events and looks just like any other busy traffic artery in any other major city. Before you turn off the parkway and go back to the parking lot, we passed through the wastelands, where trees and shrubs growing among the bombed and destroyed buildings. Part of the vacant lot was fenced with colored ribbon, which suggested that there may still be explosive objects. Across the street from a vacant lot located two of the modern form of high-rise building with glass facade. It was a little strange to see the new building next to a large vacant lot. It seems that this wasteland is in eager anticipation that someone will destroy there are traces of the siege and war, which so greatly influenced the life of the inhabitants of the city. Traces of bullets on the walls of houses in a sense, we were happy to go back to the hotel after a 4-hour walk around the city. Despite the fact that the walk through Sarajevo is almost no different from walking on any other city - we were surrounded by trams, buses, city noise and passers-by, hurrying off somewhere on business - we could not get rid of the strange sensation that arises when looking for traces of debris on the walls. It's a strange feeling never left us during your stay in Sarajevo. When we left the main road to get back to the hotel, we saw a young Roma children, who seemingly had no more than three or four years. They walked between the cars that stopped at traffic lights, while some of the cars sped past, only a meter away from them. Children are asked for money from drivers who stopped at a red light. The youngest of them was so small that he could not look through the car window in the lounge. It was impossible not to sympathize with such young children who have to spend whole days on end in such dangerous conditions. Terribly aware that the lives of these crumbs worth so little. On the way back the mood, we had a rather grim, because we reflected on what we have seen in Sarajevo during those few hours. Market in the old town We do not have much choice where we could go have dinner, so we returned to the same Italian restaurant, where they were last night. However, while we tried to park in the same place where we left the car last night on the steps of a nearby building came a man, he showed by gestures that the park should not be there. We've moved away, a man approached us and showed where to stay. In English he said, and it was evident that did not understand a word, but on the shirt he had a badge that gave him an official look. But we still went to the police station, which was located on the corner, to make sure that we are properly parked. The policeman went well, the street, looked at our car and said that it is best we leave the car on the other side of the building because they wanted to leave the parking space for those who come to the police station for. Children begging for money at traffic lights after the two huge pizzas, which we ate last night, this time we decided to order chicken salad and steak, which turned out to be a little hard. The restaurant owner was happy to see us again, and even offered me a discount because "the steak was not the size the way it should be." Serving size I was pleased, therefore, once again left him a tip. His friendliness slightly brightened our impression of Sarajevo and of Bosnia and Bosnia-Herzegovina as a whole. Start material:
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