Čiste namjere / Pure Intent

One day the misery will be defeated....and we will be the parents of many children of many races


happy 9. mart

I went to DM yesterday to get a few things.  Sabina was with me, milling through the baby food section to see if some new yummy organic treats had hit the shelves. They hadn't. But that's beside the point.

When we went to pay the very courteous cashier tried to give us a rose. I kindly rejected it. She looked at me as if I was insane....perhaps she even felt a bit insulted.

With all do respect to the many fine sisters out there....8 Marta is a sham. I find it to be a horribly chauvinistic and two-faced 'holiday.' I can't believe so many women eat it up...taking the flowers, the coffee and cake at the local slatiscarna, and the pitiful (and shortlived) ass-kissing from the male population with smiles from ear to ear. It's man manipulation.

You're underpaid and overworked. You are - quite literally - the backbone of family and community. You are our nurturers. And more often than not the voice of reason when the going gets tough.

Now I'm not declaring women the perfect species. Far from it. But the 8. marta thing...however well intended some of your male friends, sons, husbands, relatives, and bosses may be...is a total farce. See it for what it is. And ask for a raise next 8 marta instead of a carnation and a piece of cake.

Bob Marley was singing to you as well....

ya gotta get up, stand up....stand up for your rights

Men ain't  gonna give it to you. Plain and simple. And for that...I sincerely apologize for the way we are.


Čiste namjere / Pure Intent
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What is cista namjera
Although i have become an honorary balkanite, one thing that truly bothers me is how distrustful we are of each other and how quick we are to criticize without necessarily knowing all the facts. I will certainly criticize...and rant & rave about the environment and other things that get ispod moj koze. But i promise to do it with the pure intent. No lies. No bull shit. And entirely open to criticism.

about me
I am a semi-nomadic global activist...bosnaphile, ecologist, hiker, writer, new yorker/sarajevan. Bosnia and Herzegovina has been my home after i hitchhiked from Germany to BiH on Christmas day 1992. People always ask me what was the hardest thing about coming to Bosnia during those times. My answer is always the same...'leaving!'

What about you?
This blog isn't about me. It's about us. I'd love to hear from you...your comments, complaints, suggestions, passions, fears, whatever. What I'd rather not have is a stupid nationalistic exchange on who did what, when. I'm not interested in finger pointing but constructive dialog. If you happen to be one of those negativci...leave your negative energy somewhere else please. Hvala.

I have already received comments from some of you asking me to write or comment on certain issues. That, in fact, is what this is all about. I welcome requests to write about certain topics...and if i can, i surely will. Feel free to ask me to address specific topics.



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