Tuesday, JULY 1

Tuesday, July 1 (Sarajevo City Maps)

I have not slept well, the dreams were nightmares, morning will be for the heat of the night, I woke up soaked in sweat and with a terrible headache.
The story of the woman I was shocked to the point that I dreamed of crosses and dead dogs with the meat in decomposition, scattered fields and woods surrounded by fog in the morning.
Check this vision that I knew well, but I had never heard a testimony like that fattami the night before.
I take a coffee at a bar and me away from this historic village.

56 km Olovo - 23 km Kladanj - 45 km arrival in Tuzla -Maps (tot 124 km)

Tuzla = 160,000 inhabitants inhabitants

To get here, I have noticed that the story of women is true, I must also point out the houses around the hills and nearby were destroyed and burned, not counting those macabre signs that indicate the presence of "Mine."
Tuzla has not suffered much damage in the town, but certainly the soul of the people was destroyed, and that of Bosnian Muslims who were victims of mass killings, and that of other ethnic groups, whose militias have caused this barbarity.
Today the two sides have returned to live, the Serbs, who...




are slowly returning to their homes, trying to come into possession, after being abandoned during the war, are welcomed into the community with suspicion but with tolerance, at least those who do not will stain perpretrati crimes against Muslims.
Not having had breakfast, I stopped at a market where a banquet serving of crushed bread, with meat of beef cut into slices for, ottimo, a beer and I sit on a low wall around a children's playground brand new.
Nifty little play between them, while old ladies keep an eye on them knitting.
Correndo arrives, a merry company of a dozen boys and girls, will have about 13 years, two girls followed them shouting to their plan, but they are thrown about on the slide, those on the rotating carousel and other structures placed on purpose to their fun.
Small children run away in her arms to elderly ladies, who for so indispettite crash, recall on children, whose attitudes have little to fear, the two ladies will excuse giving explanations and informing them who they are and where they come from:

"We regret if you disturb these guys but you have to understand that children are a welcome center in the outskirts of the city.
They have many hobbies in the structure that houses them, today we have taken advantage of the beautiful day and we brought in the center of the city to give him the least likely to have happiness.
Not that they are or are treated badly in that environment which is the orphanage, but keep them away from real life and social impact of community does not benefit their serenity "

The older women accept the explanation and apology, and while one of the two girls sat down to chat with them, the other sits next to me.
My normal curiosity forces me to ask something of their structure for:

"It is not only an orphanage but also other things, children are also seen to disadvantaged families, not even that support them for food.
We try to help and thanks to donations from individuals and international aid we somehow have to solve many critical situations families. But we live precariously however, unfortunately the reality is not interested in local media, do not do news.
The social situation in Bosnia is particularly brittle, people here feel abandoned by the civilized wordl institutions such as welfare Ong, Onlus and local realities in other countries, such as Italy, which take away a boys and families of the place, are doing all it can to help but is not yet enough to give a real hope for the rebirth of these tormented territories.
Even today there are families and single women who need continuous care, not only economic but above all moral.
Many women, during the raids of the various militias, all the factions rape women of all ages, some were killed, others were killed by the torturers who perpretarono those misdeeds.
Many were pregnant, abortions were many, for those giving birth, in some, the maternal love, overcame the hatred for the violence, others caused the subsequent abandonment of the newborn, which has just been born in the early months of life.
As seen, the consequence of all this were not the only violent deaths, the atrocities of war, but the silent result of many individual tragedies which are not disclosed in the same way, other more extreme but still terrible tragedy "

I listened carefully to his outburst, his eyes are sad, but not a single tear flows on its cheeks.
The girl greets me and calls on the boys, they must share for their safe haven on the outskirts of Tuzla, the second girl, I was approached to greet me in turn and saw that I look the other that leaves me says:

"The familiar, you probably have not talked to herself, I heard what you said, but has not said that you were one of them.
Now it seems quiet, but it took years and much love to have it back seemingly serene. "

Once I was told that everything that you know there is knowledge and enriches the soul, alas, not only of pleasant things.
The city offers many things not to visit the mosque with the minaret Turalibeg stone those Jalta, Gornja Tuzla and Haji Hasan and the Catholic Church, are an attractive enough to visit this site, outside of tourist sites, without considering, socevolezza the people you meet.
But now I have to think about where to stay but it is not difficult, the city is small, is a hotel on my way, spending growth, not a problem of place and the staff is friendly.
The time to place the baggage that it is time to go to dinner, the first restaurant that I still find the good place and I sit down and a diligent waiter asks me that you'd like, I do I trust him to the kitchen and the best thing , to be served well is not difficult to do.
Eat Burek: pie with cheese, meat, spinach and potatoes, an excellent dish similar to Turkish Borek, drinking a bottle of beer, the lunch is good, I am satisfied with the choice made.
Waiting time of rest, I sit on a bench in the main square in the city, a group of young people listening to music, play and joke, the males courting the company of beautiful girls, like all young people in the world, if sad memories behind them are thrown away, are doing the usual game of courtship in which the whole world makes restoring life and hope of these men and boys, need to hope and look to the future without hate and with peaceful coexistence.
Tomorrow is up again, difficult to remain more than a day, in the same place, I am tired of traveling and returning home is always near you.
> (DIARY DAY FOLLOWING JULY 2 )