Got into the hills of Sarajevo today, and in many spots in and around Sarajevo you can see the cemetery’s. Some look like a glacier on the landscape, when in reality these huge graveyards are the resting place of those lives lost during the civil war.
Paid a visit to Galarija 11/07/95 today. It was a sobering reminder of the Balkan civil war, mass murder, refugee crisis and an a useless United Nations intervention. A sobering exhibit with testimonials, films and images exhibited alongside walls with the name of missing and murdered persons. Ron Haviv’s images are featured here and he is one of the workshop instructors which I came for. Watching the films, viewing the images, reading the names of the dead and missing, shook me. Please look into this exhibit further. http://galerija110795.ba
Later I came across pigeons in the market square and although the images do not fit the theme I include them as part of the days shoot, hopefully the street shots will Segway into the bird man and not detract too much from the Galarija images.
Nick Otto is another workshop participant waiting for the start of this thing as I am. We just walked around, killing time. Saw a dog, first one I saw here. He was loose in old town, looked healthy but leary. Also saw the spot where the first world war broke out in 1914. So many more conflicts followed. I never feel threatened or unsafe here, its hard for me to imagine these kind people at war. Met up with the painter Mersad Kuldija again in old town, I really like his work, he was with his daughter and wife today. Later in the evening met up with our fixer Nikola for beers later on food and then called it a night. The city is alive and the market is busy with tourists and locals, having dinner smoking at the hooka bars, I’ll have to try that, but I can’t imagine Medicine Hat having such a vibrant culture of street life. In any event, here are todays pics from the walkabout.
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.
The plans I had for getting out and about took a back seat to snoozing much of the day away. Call it jet lag, whatever, I was in need of a reboot. Its evening now and back home its noon. But I convinced myself that good photos rarely happen in midday, which is true, so my guilt was soothed by that reasoning. I did get out about 3 pm and wandered the old market, had falafel and chatted with local artisans. I may still go tonight yet, the cannon in Sarajevo just fired signalling the end of the days fasting. Ramadan is on.