Never has my heart felt so at home. Majda's lovely smiling face enters the room at 8am, time to get up girls, tea or coffee?? I grunt coffee and roll over and try and dose for a few more minutes. But the smell of eggs and sausages wafting from the kitchen is too much to resist. Nibs, Ink, paper and coloured pencils fill the tiny living rooms and colourful terraces, as Majda encourages us to paint the pictures in our heads, an artists haven, full of life, delight and Bosnian coffee and fruit.
I fucking love Bosnians and Hercegovinians they fill my heart with happiness and my tummy with fresh figs from their gardens. The visible destruction of war everywhere reminding us of what these people have endured over the past 2 decades and the segregation that still exists. Dont try ordering Bosnian beer on the Croat side, Vote croat or Drs lose their salary, and do not speak of the controversial war!