Čiste namjere / Pure Intent

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


Spring Crocus/Krokus'

Below us in our flat in Dobrinje live two doctors and their daughters. They all seem to be nice enough people. For some reason their career choice and assumed level of eduction led me to expect certain things. Prejudice on my part? Absolutely.

So the winter snows have quickly disappeared in the last few days. Including on the small patch of grass to the back of our building. With the melting of the snow in March often comes the grim reality of how dirty muddy march can be in Sarajevo. And I'm not talking about mud. It's all the hidden garbage that reappears after months in hibernation.

So as I gazed on the white confetti littering the lawn I called Sabina over and asked her to 'have a look at that!' She did. And she thought they were the onset of spring krokus' that can - I guess - slightly resemble the butt of a cigarette. Then again, she can't see a thing without her glasses.

In a slightly annoyed tone I informed her that they were the winter ciggies of our neighbors - the doctors. NNNNNOOOOOOO!!!!!! She replied. They can't be. More denial.

So the spring krokus' literally turned out to be somewhere in the neighbourhood of 200-300 cigarette butts. All from one balcony. All from two educated people dedicated to the health of our communities.

Yes, its the Amer whining about cigarettes again. And I will most likely continue to do so until I'm an  old and bitter man, hopefully not dying from the secondary smoke that was forced upon me all these years. But I'm not writing to complain about the billows of cigarette smoke that pour into our living room when the weather is nice from down below. It's more about chucking them off the balcony into the clear white snow. Now we have nicotine krokus' growing in the backyard.

I find it offensive. It just ain't right. I expected more.

So much for expectations, huh?

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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