Sarajevo

Today is my Dad's birthday and I am in Sarajevo. I went on a bus tour around the city. Haris is our tour guide and the owner of the hostel. He is 21 and opened the hostel when he was only 15. We are driving around in his old white van. The flooring in the van is plastic wood, the same material zou would see in a kitchen. Haris is a good representative of the Bosnian people. He is verz friendlz, hospitable, and verz nationalistic. The radio is playing a Bosnian pop song, which sounds like Leonard Cohen with a calypso beat and is about the war. We are driving to the tunnel museum in the suburban part of town. Even out here you can see the frames of bombed buildings and houses.

11,000 people were killed during the 4 years of being under seige. A tunnel was made under ground connecting to the airport. This was the only entrance/exit to the citz. The tunnel saved the city since Bosnia was attacked right after they became an independent countrz and didn't have a militarz. Serbian forces knew of the tunnel, but couldn't see it because it was underground. The tunnel itself was 875 zards long.
It took volunteers about 4 months to complete it and became the onlz way to export and import everzthing from food, medicine, homemade guns, oil, and electricitz. After the war ended the Kotar family (who owned the propertz) made it into a museum.