In five days I will be out of Bosnia, gone from Me?ugorje, and in Split, Croatia. Simple joy cannot express the feeling. Although i have met and worked with some remarkable people here, most have been illustrative of…whatever. I have spoken enough of them already.
The other day I was on a bus heading into the center of the country. The thought suddenly crossed my mind, ”what am I doing here in Bosnia?” It was as if I had realized I had awoken from a weird dream. I mean, really…Bosnia? Of course, I am volunteering, etc…but it reaffirmed the fact that I have been here too long, seen too much to be instructive, and so forth. I have grown to loathe this country in many ways. What I love about it is very superficial.
If I never see another bullet-ridden shell of a blown-up building, another nationalistic graffiti strewn concrete wall, or another banner-toting reactionary, it will be too long.
Today I work with my good friend Janet again, and tomorrow afternoon as well. Then it is a final three days of laundry, packing, a bus ticket purchase, and ‘do ve?enja Bosna’, maybe forever.
I am actually growing paranoid about some of the people here. There are too many holy-rollers, theocratic flag-wavers, and narrow-minded sycophants for my taste.