Today is the last day in Sarajevo, such a beautiful city with lovely food and inexpensive items if you shop in the right area.
After my whole morning routine we headed out to the building where convicted war criminals are judged and ruled over. It we listened to a recording of an old trial, where they showed us how the proceedings went. For the political majors it provided great opportunities. For me, I admit at being slightly bored after I got my answers.
A break at a local market was next, then we went to the country side of the city looking for the underground tunnel. It is situated near the airport and was made by men on either side of the land with their bare hands. It was cramped, small, and used to import goods and export people and other things. It became a life line inserted into the body of Sarajevo.
Borris did a good job at finding the location, because there were no signs to tell a person where it was. Dushka told us that the Serbs didn’t come to the tunnel. It was actually a house before it became a museum, the man who owned it helped made the tunnel. His son helped along with several other people. Yes they were gunned down everyday, but the army couldn’t reach them because they were protected. Inside were old sacks that they used to carry across rice and other supplies, as well as guns and shells. He told us the history and we watched a documentary of it afterwards. The whole area was completely destroyed, nothing but mud compared to how the area looked now. It was very dangerous too, an underwater stream appearing while they made the tunnel. He said it was very lucky that they connected on both sides. Later on they added electricity, gas, and some other wires, which was even more dangerous. They used trees while the people in Sarajevo used metal. Now only a bit of the tunnel is left, the rest filled in with cement. He is thinking of reopening the rest of it, and I am all for that. For his good deeds the government of the US gave him a brand new house since his old one became a museum. That was a good deal actually.
After going through about 80 meters of the tunnel, buying a poster, and spotting some Bosnian soldiers, we headed back to the hotel. With nothing else planned by the teacher most of the students went to the Fernando museum where he was shot. Catey, Mei and I went to the market to get something to eat. We walked in the Turkish market, looking around. Finally I spotted something in the corner of my eye as we walked down a shopping district. It was called Bosbum or something like that. Catey said it looked shady, but when we went down there it was really nice. Like fancy nice. Like, enough to satisfy Mei Cheng nice. So we sat there and ate such good food and desert that my stomach almost exploded. At a good price too. We then left about three hours later and went shopping for my coat and shoes.
Let me tell you something, big girls like me have difficulty finding clothes to fit as I’ve said before. They are used to slimmer girls, which I am not, so we basically went to store, to store, to store looking for the right size. They already had the style, but the sizes were not there. I got my scarf’s first, which are really nice and they had a lot of nice scarves there. I then got my shoes, which didn’t cost that much at all, just 41 marks. And last, my coat. I was so glad to find it, and lucky too considering that there was only one size of a certain style in that store. After much debate and talking from my friends I bought the coat, and almost a very funky cool looking dress, but the boob part wasn’t good so I put it back. Happy was I to have bought my coat and shoes for my outfit. It was navy blue, but I could always buy a black or gray coat.
Very stylish it was. And very satisfied was I.
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