The streets here are littered with divots in the concrete, splashed with red paint and framed. They are the Roses of Sarajevo and they are scars in the ground from the explosions of mortar shells during the war and serve as a monument to the innocent lives that were lost in that spot. As the asphalt of the city gets slowly replaced the roses disappear, but the memory of the very recent war will take much longer to die out. Continue reading “Week 12 – Roses are Red, Violence is Blue”
After I emerged from the bus after 29 hours I felt like a butterfly escaping the cocoon, except more like a moth and even probably more like a prolapsing organ. Continue reading “Week 11 – Eye Heart Sarajevo”
In my last few hours in Amsterdam I checked out one of the most stunning cinemas I’ve ever seen. Entering the foyer I felt unworthy, which is usually the mark of a good establishment. Continue reading “Week 10 – Buses & Saunas & Danish Cocktowers”
So Rachel left and I stuck around Amsterdam for a couple more days to meet up with some friends/sort out my life. My first task was finding somewhere to stay, as the couch I had arranged to surf on had fallen through, and pickings were slim. Continue reading “Week 9 – It’s All Just So Dutch”
This was the last week Rachel and I would be together, for after Amsterdam we split and go our separate ways. Travelling around Europe together for two months seemed a pretty good last hurrah for us both as we start anew. I had to stop prancing about and settle and work. Europe ain’t cheap anymore. Continue reading “Week 8 – Last Week for the Kids”
Actually, Harry 