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”
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”
Actually, Harry 