Excuse me! You need a stamp...

  As we were drinking delicious morning coffee in bus station for 0,40 € (#bosniancoffeeovergold) our coordinator and CEO of the NGO YP (Ajla and Armin) appeared and took us to the place where we are supposed to live for next 10 months. We were actually ready for anything, but two-rooms apartment which have not been used for 5 years, and the last resident was about 135 years old lady, pleasantly surprised us. We have to admit that our “new” “home” has everything what we need, even broken blender, and about ten kilograms of Christmas decorations.

 After short stop and breakfast we headed forward to bureaucratic adventures. It means coupe of stamps which have to be verified by more stamps, medical control which proves that we are not potential threat for rest of local population (HIV positive, etc.), of course with stamp on it & much more. This bureaucratic journey took us more or less 3 days. What is more, it is still has not been completed yet!

    In the middle of the week we have started to “create”. It has included some brainstorming for upcoming events we are supposed to work on. Moreover, we had possibility to explore the town little bit, such as Old town, Old bridge, Old everything J, couple of coffee places and beautiful park.

    On Saturday we were participating in meeting of “Be a man club”. By participating I mean that each of us were presenting briefly personal story using brand new technology. We had chance to meet a lot of young perspective active people from different high schools, share our experience with them and see how the club is running managed by ruthless Nedim’s whip app. More than 20 people were attended, some of them really excited while others…let’s say slightly excited.

  After the week of duties and working-related tasks, we decided to visit the Hum hill, with 30 meters tall cross attached on it. They told us it could take like half an hour, so after lunch, which consisted of coffee, we left our apartment, without taking any water or food. As we were walking for about one hour, a small amount of suspicion sneaked into our minds. Where the Hell is that Cross? Suddenly, out of nowhere, when we almost lost our faith, it appeared on horizon.

  It was a beautiful moment full of joy, happiness and celebrations, but still. Considering, our trip begun at 2 p.m. and it was already half past 3, we finally realized, that Einstein was right. Time really is relative. As thirsty as Sahara at midday, we took some selfies and after being delighted at the view of the city, we headed back to town, little bit sad, that our first week is over, but on the other hand enthusiastic, there will be 39 more of them.