I allways ak my self here, what was before? The city or the bridge. City is called Mostar (an old bridge) and you never know. Something like a story about the egg and chicken. You never know...
Absolutely destroyed during war 1992-1995, bridge jumped out of cold river Neretva and make his stand forever on the same place. Sometimes, when I cross over the bridge, think about whether it is a ghost or a real bridge. A good jenny from the bottle came out and playing a bridge, just to makes good for people who sometimes make bad and evil things.
Be happy if you are in a situation to be there, even for a half of an hour. Enough to feel all of the history, forget bad and be ready for good, till the end of time.
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