by skille1@umbc.edu (see profile), Apr 21 2005

The site made me think about the fact that I have never lived in or even been to an area that was ravaged by war, much less rebuilding afterwards. I hope never to have to, but thank you for making me consider the world very differently than I'm used to doing.

by leila (see profile), Mar 02 2003

I am American of Serbian decent... I am against ALL violence except in self defence, I am not prejudice, I am sypathatic for Serbian Orthodox, Muslims, Albanians, Croatians.... And I was curious about your web site. I read where you wrote of Serbs destroying a library in Sarajevo; I just wish someone would also mention ALL the MONASTERIES that were HUNDREDS of years old that the Albanian Muslims DESTROYED in Kosovo!( I also find Mosques to be very beautiful.) I am ALWAYS sorry when historical places of great importance of ALL nationalities are destroyed!! May you & all of Mother Earth go forward in Peace.

by ivicapjanic@hotmail.com (see profile), Feb 04 2003

Even I am here by chance i have to say that I am very excited about the website. For a long time I haven't felt excitment like this i feel now for the works of Adla and Lara. These cold days, the connection of your artistic expressions make my heart burning, because your ideas are the mirror of my soul. All my best wishes to Adla and Lara and I hope to see more new works on the website. Ivica Pjanic

by aurielle93@yahoo.com (see profile), Jan 12 2003

I think about what the future will be like. I wonder if there will be diffrent food.

by nora (see profile), Dec 11 2002

Bosnia is like a second homeland for me. I went first in 1998, and again in 2000 and 2001 to see my fiance. Even the first time I had a feeling like being at home. I did not understand this. Only recently I learned that I have some Bosnian ancestry. This was not known to me and was something I found out accidentally researching my family. I guess there was a good reason to feel at home, in a small way I was at home. My best memory of Sarajevo is a walk my fiance took me on. He took me to see the Vreo Bosna.It was a very cold day. We walked a long time to get there. There were swans there. Huge beautiful white swans. They landed in the water and we watched them a bit. He asked me "How do you know the man swan from the lady swan" "That is easy moj dragi, he kissed her first" He threw his arms around me and said "Like this?" and kissed me until I felt faint. There is a small cafe there and we went in and had tea and a bit of rum. There were four nuns studying the Bible over cups of tea at the next table. We walked back. I remember noticing a bullet hole in the bridge.

by psylocke4u@blackplanet.com (see profile), Dec 03 2002

I am a young African American woman. I am a student. I have many aspirations for my future. I have many fears. I often feel alone in the world, yet I have no solitude. I often feel alone even when I'm surrounded by many. I have no peace. This busy world is echoing loud in my ears. I feel frustration. I feel anger. I feel sadness. I feel lonely. But I have a lot of love in my heart. I desire to feel loved. I desire to be loved. I desire to offer love. I desire to see more love in the world.

by nancy_macko@scrippscollege.edu (see profile), Dec 03 2002

Dom promaha reminds me a great deal of my travels in Romania in 1996. My partner, Jan Blair, and I tried to create a sense of our experience there in a website entitled Glimpsing Romania at the above URL. Enjoy!

by bidaliaa@yahoo.com (see profile), Oct 24 2002

WE must come out of our ways to meet in a place of peace.......

by wendyl@filmarts.org (see profile), Aug 13 2002

Your house of drafts was a perfect and needed metaphor for my father's recent death...the photographs mark a perfect stillness, reminding me of him, the open windows, the notion of the cross draft, resulting in something ominous and fluid. My family has been searching for remnants of our past in Romania and Poland; this house feels like a container for memories and dreams we collectively hold. Thanks -- Wendy

by krugpen@bih.net.ba (see profile), Jun 08 2002

MORNING GLORY, SARAJEVO This town, catching up to us, clasping us in its arms, and around our necks - we watch it from above. We are momentary Caesars, breathing in its breath: human bodies; devine blossoms; murmuring stations; the calm of the Japanese cherry in the State Museum Garden, and those who were dear to us and nested in our bosoms... One of us waves his hand toward the ruined tower high above in the air as if giving a permission for it to be bilt anew, and says: STILL, THIS IS AN INCREDIBLE TOWN. Let us go, then, down. The face of History ought to be watched with more modesty. Only thus shell we be reflected in ourselves: How big were we amidst poverty and spelndor? Neither poor nor splendid, but so-so that -- God forbid -- neither befalls us. Each of us tore off for himself what the haughtier and the greater had conquered, with a simple and sublime account: addition, multiplication, division, subtraction... Let us go, then -- we, the masters of the air tower; let us go down to the town, quiet and hurt by everything. Let us glide down the street's palm like raindrops, so our dreams do not come true -- they are all the same: addition, multiplication, division, subtraction... Ferida Durakovic