Bosnia Is A Country Of Hatred And

What Does Your Sorrow Do While You Sleep? -it’s Awake And Waiting. And When It Loses Patience, It Wakes Me Up.

Between The Fear That Something Would Happen And The Hope That Still It Wouldn't, There Is Much More Space Than One Thinks. On That Narrow, Hard, Bare And Dark Space A Lot Of Us Spend Their Lives.

I Gave In To Life. I Was Not Defeated But Outplayed.

To Be A Man, To Have Been Born Without Knowing It Or Wanting It, To Be Thrown Into The Ocean Of Existence, To Be Obliged To Swim, To Exist; To Have An Identity; To Resist The Pressure And Shocks From The Outside And The Unforeseen And Unforeseeable Acts - One's Own And Those Of Others - Which So Often Exceed One's Capacities? And What Is More, To Endure One's Own Thoughts About All This: In A Word, To Be Human.

~beautiful Soul Weeps Deep~