Yppah si ydob ym ni llec elttil yreve.

I am not complaining, or moaning, but I have the most difficult, almost impossible task to work on and I really don’t know how to manage it. It is killing me inside, that I am not able to make it work! Why is this world so cruel to me? But for real, can you imagine working on something impossible? If you wanna know, I will tell you, what is my task and I don't want to hear any words of compassion. It is my karma and I have to deal with it! So here we go. "Write an article to your blog, about on-arrival training in Sarajevo". Right? How the hack am I supposed by using the simple words explain, what it felt like, to be a part of that amazing collective and know those beautiful, perfect, amazing, great, open-minded, adorable, nice, gentle, brave, happy, thankful, clever, helpful, zealous people? Damn. I really don’t know. 

Basically, the main problem is that I really don’t remember order of activities, or daily schedules (but I can tell you, I haven’t been bored for a single second) and so write this article chronologically is for me impossible and writing it alphabetically wouldn't sound that good. Only thing I know and share with you is, that after this one week in Sarajevo I feel, I could now instantly die, because I reached the limit of my happiness and I can’t imagine there might come something even better (Maybe disclosure of unicorns with lightasbers would be better, but who knows?). Ok, that is maybe too much, but as a description of my emotions it might be enough.

My next role is also to apologize to my family, for replacing them with this bunch of AWESOME people. Also my next apologize belongs to Dog… I mean God, for playing with an idea of learning basics of Genetic Engineering to clone all those excellent people and bring them to Mostar (just joking. I already collected all the hairs and blood I needed and bought a centrifuge on E-bay, so BUUYA!).  Next apology belongs to three sisters: Sadness, Melancholy and Pessimistic, for not being invited to Sarajevo (Sorrrryyy). 

Maybe the pictures would tell you more, so here we go again!

If the pictures weren't enough, I apologize, but my descriptive skills aren't able to deal with this problem. Fin.

P.S.: I know this article is written without any informative value. I wanted to capture emotion, not facts so sorry also to you, discontented readers.