Not much on the go workshop wise. Midday is brutally hot. Constantly perspiring and the city is all uphill from the river, so my calves are getting a workout you don’t get on the flatlands. Met another workshop participant today. Nick Otto came in from San Francisco. We had a few beers and a little Roma girl tried to liberate some of his money. As I type this the I can hear the prayers from homes and mosques filtering thru my balcony. Quite an awesome phenomenon for a westerner to hear, Sarajevo is where the east meets west, I can see that now. I cane across a mosque in old town and witnessed the men and woman separated for prayer, shoes off, a fountain of some sort had significance I don’t understand. I can feel that I am not of this place and the people here have been friendly so far, but I don’t want just to be a gawking tourist that runs and guns with a camera. Still its so exotic Its difficult not to do just that. There is an ancient culture here, timeless.
Sarajevo Day 3