Views of Sarajevo from our hotel
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Views of Sarajevo from our hotel |
Views of Sarajevo from our hotel |
Nearby mosque
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Caravanserais ruins
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The corner where Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife, Sophia, were shot in 1914. |
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Building mural
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Nice tile on the hamam |
Our next stop was to visit to an active mosque (Gazi Husrev-beg Mosque) to learn more about Islam. We took off our shoes and covered our heads (women) and arms to the elbows (half of us) and stood inside for a review of the Islamic religion. Supposedly this mosque has the first electric lights in a European mosque.
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Dome of the Gazi Husrev-beg Mosque
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Tilework in the mosque
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Minbar - raised platform for sermons and speeches |
Mihrab (prayer niche) of the mosque - it indicates the direction of Mecca
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Another dome |
Abloution fountain in the courtyard
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Entrance |
Cemetery next to the mosque |
There is one active Jewish Temple, built in 1581. In olden days Jews were accepted here for their “intellectual” talents in entrepreneurship and finances. They were rounded up by the Nazis, during WWII. Some were sent to the death camps and others fled. There are not many Jews who live in Sarajevo now.
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Entrance to the synagogue
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Nice sign |
The 1889 Roman Catholic Cathedral. There is a silvery statue (stainless steel) of John Paul II outside.
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Ines took us to a little bakery and treated us to meat, cheese, potato, and cheese baked rolls. They are Bosnia’s version of fast-food. Eat and Beat It. They were greasy, but good enough to count as lunch.
Marge and I sent some laundry out to be washed and dried by a young local, Julia, who was born in London, lived in Australia, and now has a metallurgical shop in Sarajevo where she makes jewelry. She was interesting to talk to. Then we went out to buy a spoon and ice cream with local currency, Bosnian marks.
Tonight we had our OAT “home hosted dinner.” Amelia, our hostess, is a Bosnian moslem (but she dresses like us) who fed us while she was fasting because it is still Ramadan. She is an elementary school “professor” who teaches first through fifth grades in an all Moslem school. She lives in an “apartment” in a communist-built tenement, an ugly building, on the 13th (yes, 13) floor. We took a dilapidated elevator to the 12th floor - it only stopped at even numbers floors - and walked up to her two-room plus tiny kitchen and bath apartment. She lives here with one of her daughters. After communism, residents had the choice of buying, for about $700, or renting, for $70 a month. She bought her apartment and pays another $40 for “maintenance” on the building. She did most of the talking in broken English and obviously is one of the generation that still thinks “communism” was better than the freedom of capitalism now.
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Communist-built tenement
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Amelia (left), our hostess |
Fri., 6/8/18 - Sarajevo
This morning was all about the 1990’s war. The resulting Dayton Peace Treaty (1998) created three nationalities into one federation. Bosnians, Croatians, and Serbians living within the borders of Bosnia-Herzegovina each elect a president and VP. Each serves for eight months and then there are new elections. There are also two autonomous territories and all five get to choose their own parliament. The constitution is more complicated than that and as a result nothing gets done and there is no assimilation.
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New buildings in sarajevo
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New buildings in sarajevo |
Trolly |
Pretty carpets
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We visited the 25-feet of tunnel a family preserved that went under their farm house. In 2012 the Bosnia-Herzegovina government allowed the farm and tunnel to be opened as an unfunded museum.
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The tunnel went under the airport runway
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Entrance building |
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Tunnel entrance
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In the tunnel |
Cherry tree
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Street scene |
On the way back to the old town we drove along beside the city trolley tracks. Evidently every country or city that replaced their old “tram cars” shipped them here, maybe for the ‘84 Olympics. We have seen all different kinds of cars, but none from PTC! |
Church of the Holy Trinity
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Tonight at 5 PM we had a very interesting person speak to our group here at the hotel. Her name is Alexandrea. She left Bosnia before the war to study in London as a fashion designer. She returned to see her parents in 1995 and was devastated to see what her country had become. She returned to London and became a very successful special effects director in films and TV. She returned to Bosnia and wants to create positive changes in this country. Her passion for the future of Bosnia and Herzegovina was very uplifting. We all hope she is right and the future will be a well functioning culture and society here.
We went with some of our group and Ines for a Turkish dinner in the old town. For $15 US each, it was delicious.
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