Eyes fixed on a TV screen watching a DVD inside the Kolar house. The Kolar family home was a lifeline for so many Sarajevans during the siege. They provided a vital tunnel allowing supplies, electricity and a rudimentary oil line that ran under the airport to the 'free' Bosnia. My thoughts of Sarajevo and the words I described it with ring in my head.
The DVD I am watching, whilst sat on an ammunition box, is a collection of press and personal camcorder accounts. Destruction. Systematic and random acts of violence carried out for one reason; to cause panic and to break the city. The image that will last with me is of a man running from a truck, seconds before the truck gets hit by artillery.
I now understand why Sarajevo is in the state it finds its self in. Words can't do justice to the savagery that occurred in Sarajevo. Without the Kolar family and the tunnel, Sarajevo surely would have had to raise the white flag.
Feeling very foolish about my thoughts of yesterday, I leave Sarajevo with a greater understanding and sense of reflection about Sarajevo.
Heading south through the mountainous terrain the roads become cambered and snake-like. Great for riding! I think about opening the throttle and making good time, but before I have chance the front wheel slides sidewards, and out to from under the bike. I manage to stay upright by slamming my left foot into the floor, at the cost of pulling a muscle in my groin. I realise that I hit diesel, a biker's best friend!! For the next 2km of twisty, winding road diesel residue is over every corner. It makes for a very slow leg of the journey.
Four hours from Sarajevo and I arrive back in Croatia, to the picturesque scene that is Dubrovnik.
The DVD I am watching, whilst sat on an ammunition box, is a collection of press and personal camcorder accounts. Destruction. Systematic and random acts of violence carried out for one reason; to cause panic and to break the city. The image that will last with me is of a man running from a truck, seconds before the truck gets hit by artillery.
I now understand why Sarajevo is in the state it finds its self in. Words can't do justice to the savagery that occurred in Sarajevo. Without the Kolar family and the tunnel, Sarajevo surely would have had to raise the white flag.
Feeling very foolish about my thoughts of yesterday, I leave Sarajevo with a greater understanding and sense of reflection about Sarajevo.
Heading south through the mountainous terrain the roads become cambered and snake-like. Great for riding! I think about opening the throttle and making good time, but before I have chance the front wheel slides sidewards, and out to from under the bike. I manage to stay upright by slamming my left foot into the floor, at the cost of pulling a muscle in my groin. I realise that I hit diesel, a biker's best friend!! For the next 2km of twisty, winding road diesel residue is over every corner. It makes for a very slow leg of the journey.
Four hours from Sarajevo and I arrive back in Croatia, to the picturesque scene that is Dubrovnik.
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