Sarajevo Travelblog - part 1: Baščaršija

Although I had traveled extensively throughout Serbia and several other former Yugoslav countries, one of the places I had yet to visit was Sarajevo. With its well-preserved Turkish quarter, mountainous host of the 1984 Winter Olympics, and the awful events that took place there during the breakup of Yugoslavia, I knew it was one place I must try to see.
With direct daily flights between Belgrade and Sarajevo, I decided to “splurge” and fly instead of taking another long bus ride. The over 10 hour bus ride (each way) to nearby Nevesinje was still painfully fresh in my mind, making it easy to rationalize that it was better to spend that time sightseeing. With only my camera bag backpack as luggage on the short flight, I was easily able to get through the airport and to my small hotel located in the old Turkish Baščaršija quarter of Sarajevo. From the upstairs window of the small hotel, the owner pointed out the clock tower of Bey’s Mosque just a few streets away, an excellent orientation landmark.

Baščaršija
The next morning I stepped out of the hotel and onto a deserted, narrow street in the Baščaršija Turkish quarter. Across the street, early morning sunlight illuminated part of the black arched metal door. In the alley to its right, some garbage bags were piled up, awaiting city pickup. Graffiti was scrawled over the otherwise white walls of the narrow buildings. On the left side was a dilapidated store sign that looked like the shape of a baby’s pacifier. Its roof was missing and interior crumbling – one of the few buildings in the area not rebuilt after the war. Hoping to find a place to get breakfast, I headed towards the main square with the landmark Sebilj fountain I had seen the night before. Seeing that everything was still closed, I wandered through the streets for a while, peering through the store windows and taking a few architectural shots in the early light. Most of the small shops had dark wood shuttered over the window; the top part lifted up and bottom part later serving as a display shelf once opened for business. Aside from that one store near my hotel, I found the rest of the Baščaršija to be in remarkably good shape. Obviously a lot of effort had been expended to restore the Turkish quarter to its former charm.

Noticing that there were several ATM bank machines nestled amongst the traditional wooden shops, I decided to get some local money.
Walking towards the Sebilj fountain, an elderly man sitting at a café spotted me and asked if I’d like to have a Bosnian (Turkish) coffee with him. A pensioner, he supplemented his small monthly income by renting out a room in his nearby house. Although I replied that I had already booked a place for my stay, he wanted to treat me to coffee anyway. Served in traditional engraved metal containers, I added a lump of sugar, poured it into a small cup, and slowly sipped the strong coffee. A piece of Turkish Delight candy was included, and to my surprise, it was less sweet than the ones I had tasted in Belgrade. Immediately lighting another cigarette after finishing the previous one, he offered me one. I told him that I didn’t smoke. Cigarettes, he explained, were very cheap here and a vice he (and most residents) enjoyed. Hungry, I asked the man if he knew where I could find a place to eat breakfast. Turning down a nearby small street, he pointed out a place he often ate at. Serving a few varieties of soup, I selected the veal soup - a breakfast “first” for me – and had a light meal accompanied by bread. Leaving the small fast-food restaurant, we parted ways after he showed me a few good places to get some good “eats”.

Now around 9, the place was finally starting to wake up. Shop owners were arranging their wares outside their stores, the decorative embossed plates, vases, and coffee sets glistening in the morning light. On one table, gun shells were transformed into decorative souvenirs, including pens. Through the door of one shop, the rat-a-tat-tat of pounding metal broke through the tranquility of the morning. Another shop owner was hanging out shirts, flags, towels, and other items with Bosnian sports teams. Fabrics, kilims (woven rugs in traditional patterns) plants, and antiques were up for sale at other shops, now beginning to attract passersby.

Bey’s Mosque
The gate door open, I entered the courtyard of Bey’s Mosque. Built in 1530, it is one of the most significant Islamic buildings in the Balkans. On this early Friday morning, I was the only one here. Approaching the mosque, I admired the small decorative cupolas in front of the main entrance. Above the wooden door a plaque with Arabic calligraphy was prominently displayed. Carpets led up to the door and on the elevated platforms to the left and right of the door. Around the corner, I noticed a pile of woven synthetic prayer mats displaying their colorful patterns through the window. Two smaller hexagonal structures were to the left of the mosque, one the tomb of Gazi Husrev bey, considered one of the greatest military strategists and builders of Sarajevo.

In front of the mosque was a fountain covered by a wooden hexagonal structure. Built in 1893, the structure added elegance to an otherwise rather plain courtyard. Arabic writing graced the ceiling of the structure. Around the base of the fountain were water spigots, used for ritual washing. At the 1:00 prayer time, men gathered, filling the stone courtyard with mats as they worshiped and women watched through the openings within the courtyard wall.


Great Eats
For lunch and supper I also ate in the Baščaršija quarter, enjoying traditional dishes including its famous čevapi (sausages) in a pita-like bread. For extra cholesterol and taste, I included a dollop of kaymak, a buttery cream. Once again meeting a young Turkish man I had coffee with the previous day, we sat for a while and talked. The owner of the Turkish café was intrigued with my digital SLR camera, himself a former journalist and photographer during the war. Since then, he has abandoned serious photo taking. That evening after supper of more čevapi and other meat, we stopped at a Turkish pastry shop, where I sampled the baklava and another dessert that looked a bit like straw. Both were good, but not nearly as sweet as the Turkish pastries I had tasted in Belgrade. After tea, the store owner came out with pieces of cake for us, a birthday treat of one of the customers. Not that we needed anything else to eat, but we couldn’t say no….

See more photos of Sarajevo on Melissa's website

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Sarajevo Shell Souvenirs

Amongst the typical Sarajevo souvenirs of embossed metal plates and Turkish coffee sets in the Baščaršija bazaar, this vendor turned remnants of the horrors of the civil war into a marketable art form. Metal artillery shell cases were engraved and transformed into pens, vases, and other clever items. To me, it is representative of the city's resilience, rising above the ashes and rebuilding both the city and their lives.

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Bey Mosque, Sarajevo

Built in 1530, Bey's Mosque is considered one of the most significant mosques in Balkans. Its unusual clock tower, minaret, and 26 meter high dome are easily seen from most places within the Turkish Baščaršija quarter. In addition to the main mosque, there are also several domed burial sites and a wooden "sadrvan" (fountain) within the complex.

With nothing open in the early

morning hours, I wandered through the grounds of the mosque courtyard. Rugs were laid out along the entrance to the mosque, as well as the raised platforms. Through a window, I saw more prayer mats stacked, ready for the Friday prayer that afternoon. Above the wooden door was an inscription in Arabic calligraphy.

In front of the mosque is the fountain, covered with a hexagonal wooden structure. Calligraphy adorned the decorative ceiling. During the preparations for Friday prayer, men washed their feet, hands, and face from the many water spouts around the perimeter of the fountain.

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Sebilj - Pigeon Square

For the visitors of the old Baščaršija square of Sarajevo, one of the most recognizable landmarks is the Sebilj. This wooden public fountain, built in 1891 in a pseudo-Moorish style, is a common gathering place for people and pigeons alike. Legend has it that once you drink the waters of the Sebilj fountain, you can never leave Sarajevo for too long.

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Sarajevo City Hall - Majestic even in Ruins

As Sarajevo is a rather small city with its main attractions located within walking distance of each other, I passed by some sites quite often. The structure that most impressed me was the City Hall. Taking up a small city block and several stories high, the City Hall is the biggest and most representative building from Sarajevo's Austro-Hungarian period. Sadly, it fell victim during the civil war and was burned down in August 1992. Despite the boarded up windows, decaying façade and other signs of the tragedy, the building still commands passers-by to take notice.

Intended to be designed in a pseudo-Moorish style, the original architect visited Cairo twice to study buildings constructed in

 this style. Completed in 1894, the building remained as City Hall until 1949, when it was given to the National and University Library. Residents of Sarajevo I spoke to mourned the loss of so many important books and records contained inside during the fire of 1992.

The building has a triangular foundation with a six-angled center. A beautiful glass dome curves gently upward, rebuilt with Austrian donations. The façade is richly ornamented with Arabic delicate geometric designs and archways, and is

 trimmed near the top with sculptural scalloped layers. The golden late afternoon sun allowed the remaining portions of the original ochre surface and terra-cotta horizontal stripes to glow. 

According to the official Sarajevo Web Site, there were painted decorations in the main stairway, main auditorium, doorway, and central hall. Stained glass showca

ses with decorative floral patterns were found under the main stairway and under the dome, echoing the building's organic style. Following a model of many European city halls, the ground floor could be used for a courtroom or marketplace and the first floor contained a main auditorium and meeting rooms, with an extended balcony and towers used for speaking to the public. 

With such a magnificent building, I hope that the restoration efforts continue so that the City Hall can show off some of its former majesty and be enjoyed by residents and visitors alike.

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Construction at St. Sava's Cathedral

Every few months I like to go to St. Sava's Cathedral in Belgrade to check on its construction updates. While the exterior has been finished for a number of years now, much remains to be done to its massive interior.

As I approached the cathedral, its bells began tolling. Inside, the soothing recorded sounds of a choir greeted me. Just imagine when the real choir members sing their praises - with a choir seating capacity of 800 members!
I noticed an absence of large equipment inside the church. Actually, even these large construction vehicles are dwarfed in the church, 70 meters at its highest point. Piles of carved marble normally scattered around the floor were less conspicuous. Tour guides were pointing out aspects of the construction, with its already impressive green columns and carved white arches. To the left of the entrance, a large mosaic panel was well underway. The left gallery actually looked like a functioning worship area, complete with an altar, multiple podiums with icon paintings, and rich red-colored carpets. Thee area right gallery served as the place to light the candles for the living and the dead. Despite a rope cordoning off the front area, two older women approached the altar there, the light obscured partly by scaffolding.
Looking up, one only sees gray concrete cupolas. Already a beautiful play in light, it will be an impressive sight once the surface is covered with mosaics, including Christ in the central dome with eyes the width of 3 meters.

Outside piles of white carved marble slabs and sections of columns awaited their proper place in this magnificent structure. The sight reminded me of some of the Roman sites in Tunisia, portions of former temples and homes in the landscape. Children leaned over into the dancing fountains, located next to the library. The ubiquitous ice cream stand was present, with plenty of customers enjoying the tasty treats. People sat in the many benches along the flower landscaped grounds.
The bells tolled again. It was time for me to leave. Perhaps for the last time.

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Cleaning out the Old Stuff

This weekend I went for a walk and on a street leading to Belgrade's huge St. Sava church, I saw some unusual items parked next to the sidewalk. Two old Heidelbergs - printing presses dating back to the 1950's had recently been lifted out of an office window several stories up.





I didn't see the actual event, but I did see the crane, still present. Loaded onto a flatbed were some newer presses. This must be the same place where my friend described seeing an ordinary (but older) desk being lifted down (as seen in her blog) just days earlier. Indeed, a rather odd, and likely expensive way of moving!

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Eurovision 2008 - Gracious Serbian Hosts

Most music lovers that descended upon Belgrade for the annual Eurovision contest have now gone. Belgrade organizers received many compliments for how organized this year's contest was. Tickets for the events were sold out months ago and hotels were at capacity. The downtown walking street was more festive than normal and the usual fireworks filled the night sky. In areas around the competition arena, graffiti was painted over and police presence was slightly higher, but all was peaceful. While Serbia made it into the finals, the winner was Dima Bilan from Russia for his performance of Believe.
Congratulations Belgrade on a successful hosting of an international event.

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Gardoš - Hungary's Imprint in Belgrade

This past Sunday I visited Zemun. Although a municipality of Belgrade along the other side of the Danube River, Zemun has more of an Austro-Hungarian feel. Perched on a hill above Zemun is the area known as Gardoš. It is easiest to get up here following narrow cobblestone pathways and stairways - definitely much more of a pedestrian-friendly area. At the top of Gardoš is the Millennium Tower, built in 1896 over the ruins of a medieval fortress as commemoration of 1,000 years of Hungarian settlement in the region. (This was the southernmost city of the Austro-Hungarian Empire). It was one of several millennium towers built at the time within Hungary. Although in need of restoration (broken windows and covered with graffiti), the Millennium Tower (otherwise known as Janos Hunyadi) is still a popular spot in Zemun for its great overlook of the Danube and Zemun, and its adjacent restaurants. While you're up there, check out Zemun's largest graveyard.

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Screamin' for Sladoled

If the number of ice cream (called sladoled in Serbian) stands on the walking street Knez Mihailova is any indication, Serbs love their ice cream. Sitting at a café on an intersection of this street, I could count 9 ice cream stands within easy view. Walk a few feet, and you'll be sure to find more. From the commercial types on popsicle sticks to the rich creamy types scooped into a waffle cone, this tasty treat is enjoyed by all ages and budgets. On warm days, nothing beats a sladoled!In this picture alone, there are 4 ice cream stands and another just behind the foliage

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Pipin' Hot

Along with yogurt and turkish coffee, bread, or hleb as it is called in Serbian, is a staple food for the average resident. On my walk to school each morning, I invariably see people carrying a plastic bag with fresh bread, its golden crust sticking out of top. Breads such as this type I photographed from a window in Zemun, are often eaten plain - without any butter, jelly, etc. With the absence of the multitude of preservatives found in many breads in the US, this bread, with its intoxicating fresh smell, must be eaten within a couple of days - if it lasts that long. Unused bread can often be found in a bag hanging from the side of a garbage dumpster, ready for the taking by either the Roma (or other hungry "dumpster divers") or birds who help themselves.

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Plenty O'Flowers

Flowers now take center stage in many of Belgrade's green markets. Everyone seems to be in the mood to buy the colorful array of of annuals. It's one of the few things that can brighten the otherwise drab Communist-era concrete buildings. When walking through my residential neighborhood of Senjak, I enjoy peeking above the walls or through the gates of homes, seeing the arrangements of flowers. Right now the rose bushes, sometimes towering quite high, are in their glory. The city of Belgrade has also undertaken more efforts at embellishing roundabouts, parks, and other areas.

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Remembering Mostar

Featured in today's Rick Steve's travel article on the CNN website is Mostar, Bosnia-Herzegovina. It brought back memories from when I visited this former Yugoslavian city. My "tour guide" was a friend - a former resident of Mostar who fled along with most of the other Serbian residents in the city. The centerpiece of the city definitely is the unique 400 year old Turkish bridge, once a symbol of harmony connecting the different religions in the city and then a tragic symbol of the war when it was bombed by the Croats. You can read my travelblog entry or website regarding my visit to Mostar.

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Upcoming Elections

This Sunday (May 10) is election day for the Serbian parliament. Billboards all over the country display political ads. With the iconic St. Sava Cathedral in the distance, this sign, put up by the party of the Prime Minister who resigned, encourages people to support Serbia. If they had their way, Serbia would become more nationalistic, leaning away from the West and EU, and towards Russia. Let's hope this doesn't happen.

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Kittens in the Air

It's a lovely spring day. In the air, fluffs from trees float lazily in the air. Known as mače (Serbian word for kittens), these fuzzy specimens are very adept at finding their way into your mouth or nose, not to mention aggravating spring allergies. On the ground, they sometimes congregate and form "tumbling tumbleweeds."

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Spring Break trip to Vranje, South Serbia - part 4

Cathedral Church of St. Trinity
Now back in the downtown area, the pedestrian street was lively. People ambled down the wide street, eating ice cream, chatting, and pushing kids in strollers. The whining motors of the toy vehicles were heard above the bustle, the kids happily driving around the area and their doting parents/grandparents looking on. Just beyond the post office and its fountain was the Cathedral Church of Saint Trinity. Burned by the Turks and Albanians shortly after completion in 1841, a current structure was erected in 1858. Typical of Christian architecture in the Ottoman Balkans, the church lacked a bell tower, had low blind domes and was hidden amongst houses. Likely constructed later, a tall white bell tower is separate, made visible due to its height and bells that ring hourly. The interior of the church has portions of its walls painted in a naïve fashion, with iconostasis carved by local artists. The domes each depicted a member of the Triune God and the one closest to the entrance was dedicated to Mary. Like other Serbian churches, this one had a large golden chandelier. After lighting a few candles, we moved onward.

Markovo Kale
After relaxing in the hotel for a couple of hours, we took a taxi up the steep tree-covered hills to the fortress of Markova Kale. Named after the most significant figure of Serbian folk poetry, the fort was actually built much earlier than Marko’s time – probably in the 11th century. Along the narrow winding road we met young people hiking back to Vranje. Our taxi driver explained that an area beyond the fortress was a favorite picnic spot. With the beautiful views of the valley, Vranje, and the plain of the Južna Morava River far below, I can easily see why. Our guidebook cautioned us to be on the lookout for lumber trucks, but since it was a holiday, that traffic was absent.

Located high above a bend in the road was the fortress. We hiked up a steep narrow path to the remains of the fortress, which sit precipitously on a steep ridge. Although not much was remaining, there were some high thick stone walls that showed that it once was an imposing structure. Between the towers was the foundation of a structure that was in the shape of a small church.

From the fortress we stopped to admire the view. The light of the setting sun illuminated the tops of the wooded hills. Over the hills to our left was Kosovo. Even though the sunset was non-spectacular and colorless, it still was pleasant. Right below the fortress were some wild yellow irises. I carefully climbed down to take some close-up photos. From here I could also see a few young couples, enjoying a picnic lunch and enjoying the view.
Back in the taxi, we headed back into town where we had an ice cream cone and then played several rounds of UNO. With peanut butter M&M’s as the “loot,” the stakes were high.

Back to Belgrade
The next morning after a breakfast of more greasy fried eggs and ham, we headed down the stairs of the Communist-era hotel. Pat brought along some water for a tired-looking plant, a floor above a sorry one-leafed plant. When getting closer, she realized that it was artificial – didn’t know that a fake plant could look so sad! At least it matched the rest of the hotel – tired, outdated, and in desperate need for an upgrade.
With the museums closed again for the day, we decided to go for a photo walk through some more streets. A beautiful morning, people were sitting outside in their lush front yards, enjoying an early cup of strong Turkish coffee. The hamburger place already had customers, as did the pizza and rostilj (serving meat) places. After relaxing in a nearby park, we headed back to the hotel and packed up.

After waiting at the bus station for over an hour (the bus was late coming from Skopje, Macedonia), we finally boarded the crowded bus. Our reserved seats were taken, but at least there were two seats way in the back. A number of people had to stand in the aisle for nearly two hours until the bus stopped at the first major city. Although a common sight on city buses in Belgrade, this is the first time I saw a private long-distance bus over capacity. Interestingly enough, I didn’t hear any of them complain. Five and a half hours later, we were back in Belgrade, our journey now to an end.

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Happy Đurđevan Day!

Today is the slava of Sveti Đorđe, or St. George as he would be called in the West. It is one of the more important slavas (celebration of a family's patron saint - often more important than your own birthday) of the Serbian Orthodox church. St George is also the patron saint of of the Roma (gypsies). Đurđevan, celebrated each May 6, is associated with the beginning of spring. Homes would be decorated with flowers and blooming branches. All the walls would be washed with water from church wells and special baths with flower water would be taken. The feast dinner typically includes roasted lamb. Music, particularly brass bands, is an important element.

Last week, when walking through the Roma quarter of Vranje, a Roma man came up to us. After reassuring him that we were not reporters, a conversation followed. He explained that his family, like all the other Romas in Vranje, was cleaning their home in preparation for Đurđevan. He even invited us to come to his slava, but we said that we would be back in Belgrade on the 6th. Of interest, he mentioned that he was a Muslim. I found that rather odd that a Muslim would be celebrating a Christian event, but it turns out that Đurđevan is celebrated by Roma, regardless of religion. Had we been in Vranje, it would have been a treat to see the Roma celebrating Đurđevan out in the Trg Slobode, complete with their famous brass bands in a loud, vivacious style.

Happy Đurđevan!

You can find a basic introduction to a slava here:

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A Stroll through the Roma Quarter of Vranje

Roma Quarter
Our next destination was the Roma quarter, inhabited by the city’s Roma, or gypsy population. Although the homes were much more substantial than the shack dwellings in Belgrade that I typically associated with the Roma, you could definitely tell when you entered into this quarter. Here the homes were painted in bright colors, with laundry strung everywhere. Void of any walls or fences, everything happened out in the open. Sheep were slaughtered right on the sidewalk, laundry washed, and mothers nursing. Older women wearing bold combinations of patterns sat on the steps, smoking. Men sat just inside the doorway, playing cards taking advantage of the natural light. A wagonload of pigs was driven down the main street, pulled by a small hand-maneuvered tractor. Radio music including Roma violin music filled the air.

In the middle of the Trg Slobode (freedom square) was a tall bronze statue of the most famous Roma trumpeter of Vranje. For some reason, folded carpets were placed around the base. A stocky Roma man with alcohol on his breath approached us, concerned that we were reporters. Reassuring him that we were not, the man relaxed after Pat continued conversing with him. He then invited us to come back to Vranje on May 6th to celebrate the slava (religious “birthday” of the Roma patron saint) with his family. The man explained that people were spring cleaning their homes in preparation for the event, hence the extra amount of shoes and other items found outside. Politely declining an offer for coffee, we moved onwards.


Old Hammam
Heading down the hill towards the city center, we went past the Old Hamam. Built at the end of the 17th century, this small brick and stone building with multiple small sloped square terracotta roofs housed only one bathtub, used by both men and women. We heard that it had been turned into a discothèque that was now closed.

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Old Turkish Residential Quarter of Vranje

Turkish Haremluk and Selamluk
After a breakfast of greasy fried eggs, ham and weak coffee in the hotel restaurant (we were the only ones in the large dining hall both days), we headed out for a day of photo shooting. We stopped at the National Museum, originally a haremluk built in 1765 by the Paša as a dwelling for his wives. A wonderful example of typical Ottoman residential architecture, the white symmetrical two-storey building was trimmed with dark wood, tall wood frame windows divided into squares, terra cotta tiled roof, and an old lamp with a dangerous-looking spike. Unfortunately it was closed, as it was May Day. Next to the haremluk was the pink selamluk, used by the Paša and other males. At one time a “bridge” would have connected the two buildings, enabling any movement to be unseen by the public.
Still early in the morning, even the pedestrian downtown street was quite sleepy. The motorized toy cars were just being uncovered, ready for the first young child driver. Old men had yet to congregate on the benches, chatting and gossiping. Boxes of fresh healthy annual flowers were being laid out, their bright colors tempting passersby. The smell past the bakery was intoxicating, the best form of advertising for the fresh bread inside. Storefronts displayed shoes and purses in bright colors, bold polka dotted pajamas, and Easter decorations.

House of Bora Stanković
We then turned onto a very narrow cobblestone street of Baba Zlatina, named after the grandmother (baba) of writer Bora Stanković. Unfortunately the large wooden gate entrance was also locked, closed for the holiday. Holding my camera above my head, I took some photos over the wall of the Turkish Balkan house with its cozy green yard, wishing well, small terrace, and open porch.

Invited to Turkish Coffee
Moving onward through the old Christian quarter, we stopped at the gate of a two-storey house, admiring the many flower pots interspersed on the wooden siding and the unique still life on a nearby table with rakija (brandy) glasses drying on the branches. A man came to the gate and greeted us, explaining that he made the sculpture and also painted. Upon hearing that I was an artist, he invited us in for some coffee. Here we also met two other members of his multigenerational family. Asked to critique his paintings, gave this self-taught artist some advice and encouragement regarding his still life, landscape, and village scenes paintings. When I noticed the Bob Ross paints, he opened up a drawer and showed us a videotape and Bob Ross book written in Serbian. So Bob Ross’ “happy trees” technique even made it to Serbia! Thanking the family for the Turkish coffee and rakija, we moved onward.

Beli Most (White Bridge)
After a tasty lunch of šopska salad (cucumbers, tomatoes, fresh white grated cheese) and baked beans with bacon at a cute ethnic restaurant, we headed towards the Beli Most (White Bridge). This small stone bridge was constructed in 1844 and has a shape similar to the much larger one in Mostar. An inscription written in Arabic states that the bridge was constructed by lady Ajša “to repent her sins and the sins of her parents,” but local legend states that the Turkish girl Ajša fell in love with a Serbian boy Stojan and was mistakenly killed by her father – who then decided to build a bridge in her memory.

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Spring Break trip to Vranje, South Serbia - part 1

This is the first of four parts on my trip to Vranje.

During the week of spring break (which included two Serbian holidays – Serbian Orthodox Easter and May Day), my friend Pat and I traveled down to Vranje, the southernmost city in Serbia. The main purpose of the trip was to attend the opening of my art show, but we would take advantage of the opportunity to explore this city located close to the Macedonian border (24 km) and Kosovo region.
Departing from the bus station at just after 7 am, we took the NIS Express bus down to Vranje. It turned out the route wasn’t very “express” after all, making stops in several towns, including a 40-minute layover in Nis. At around 1 pm, Biljana, a worker at the American Corner where the art show was being held, met us at the Vranje bus station.
Art Show Preparations
After dropping off our stuff at the hotel (the only significant hotel in the city), we all walked to the American Corner. Located within the city’s library, the American Corner serves the community with English language books, videos, informational sessions, and English lessons. Since most of the paintings were already hung, only finishing touches and final preparations for that evening’s opening had to be made.

A Bite to Eat
Hungry, we selected a place near our hotel to eat, recommended to us by Biljana for its yummy grilled meats. Both Pat and I chose a Serbian hamburger composed of ground beef, ground pork, spices, with ham and kajmak (a cross between cheese and butter) in the middle. Lest we forget the bun as well, a rather flat bread called lepinja. It puts the Big Mac to shame, in size, taste, and perhaps even calories. The small place was very busy, its customers picking up burgers to go or enjoy it in the outdoor seating area. Located on a triangle overlooking a cobblestone pedestrian street with many cafés as well as a beautiful building of the Turkish Ottoman style, it was a great place to chat and watch passersby. Christmas decorations were still strung across the street, presumably ready for the next season. Full but unable to finish our hamburger, we left to freshen up for the opening.

Art Show Opening
Back at the American Corner, we laid out the chocolate chip cookies I brought (an introduction to something American) and waited for guests to arrive. Considering that this was a vacation week for most Serbs and a rally for Parliament elections was about to take place only a block away, I was pleased with the turnout. A local TV station was represented, recording the artwork, introductory welcome and my PowerPoint presentation. People munched on cookies as they looked at the artwork, some pleased to see my depiction of Serbian people and others more interested in images from Mali or Tunisia. After about an hour, the crowd thinned, the Parliamentary rally underway.

Presidential Election Rally
Invited to visit a mosaic art exhibit in a nearby gallery, we had to make our way through the large crowd gathered to hear President Boris Tadić speak, campaigning for the upcoming May elections. People of all ages were present, some waving flags, wearing campaign T-shirts, and kids clutching balloons with Tadić’s name and number 1 on it. (Each candidate/party is assigned a number to aid in remembering and for the few people who may not be able to read the ballot.) On a nearby street, representatives of some other candidates/parties waved their flags, handed out pamphlets, and drove by as a quiet distraction. Extra police were present, but the crowd was well behaved.

Architectural Tour
In the remaining daylight, we drove through the rather narrow streets of residential Vranje for an architectural tour. In between the newer buildings, small older homes out of mud brick were interspersed. Typically the multi-storey homes would accommodate multiple generations. Virtually all buildings had roofs made from terracotta tiles. A fence made from decorative iron, neatly trimmed hedges, or mud bricks bordered most homes. Right outside the walls piles of wood could be found, neatly stacked. Wood is the dominant fuel in the region, due to the abundance of forests and expense of electric heat. I noticed that there were quite a number of homes that were unfinished. It was explained that since a textile company closed and over 6,000 lost their jobs, economic times have been difficult for the residents of Vranje. Privatization of other companies, closures, or cutbacks have also hit the city. Driving up the steep hill through the gypsy quarter, we headed up the winding road towards Hotel Przar. From the heights, we could see the city of Vranje, nestled in the valley. Now cool and a bit chilly, we paused to enjoy the view of the twinkling city and then navigated back to the hotel for the evening.

For more pictures, visit my web page on Vranje.

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Chickens on Strike?

On Friday (Good Friday for Orthodox Serbs), I went to the local green market. Mass quantities of eggs were being sold, with a majority of the booths dedicating at least some space to the light brown-colored ja jas. Most of these eggs would be hard boiled and dyed with either brightly-colored commercial dyes or the traditional method using boiled onion skins for coloring and a leaf resist for a design. Not having my camera with me that day, I decided I would go and take some photos of the eggcellent sales the following day at the downtown market, Zeleni Venac. Alas, with the exception of a few eggs including these already dyed eggs nestled in between the flowers, the jajas were not to be found. Perhaps as in Chicken Run, the Serbian hens organized and decided enough is enough....

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Go here and you risk your life!

This weekend I went for a walk through Kalemegdan Park in Belgrade. Although excavation and reconstruction continues on this fortress (dating back to Roman times with subsequent additions by the Turks, Serbs and Austro/Hungarians), some parts remain unexcavated and/or unsafe. For the first time, I saw this sign posted in a few areas. You could still walk around in these areas, but it was at your own risk. Do something stupid, and it's your own fault. Now if this were in the USA, there would be barriers around these areas and lawyers lurking, ready to file a lawsuit on behalf of those who injured themselves in the danger zones.

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Easter Preparations in Serbia

This is Holy Week in Serbia, marking the lead-up to Serbian Orthodox Easter which is next Sunday. Over the weekend as I went for walks and did my weekly grocery shopping, I encountered vendors selling things for the occasion. On Saturday, bells strung around sashes of striped red, white and blue ribbons were being sold. These were worn around the necks of children, commemorating Jesus' triumphal entry into Jerusalem on Palm Sunday. Walking home from the green market, I heard church bells ringing for the special service.


At Kalenić market (the largest green market in Belgrade) both vendors and buyers were in the Easter mood. Large quantities of eggs were being sold, along with some special decorative egg holders on which a single egg would be displayed. Packets of egg dyes and stickers were being sold en masse, both by "regular" booth sellers and makeshift sellers walking around. A few places were selling decorative chicks covered in yellow fuzz or feathers. From a distance the chicks looked like Peeps. For the sweet tooth, chocolate bunnies, chicks and other Easter goodies could be found. I passed up all of these and bought some domestic strawberries - the first of the season.


On one end of the Kalenić market is the flower area. Spring flowers such as tulips, daffodils, calla lillies, and lilacs were in abundance. People were also busy buying up annuals to plant in their gardens and window boxes. Finding it impossible to pass up this area altogether, I did manage to restrain my purchases to only 2 plants- knowing that I'd only be able to enjoy them for less than 2 months. We'll see how long I'll be able to resist buying more....

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Nature's Spring Perfume

As the days are now longer and the weather warmer, going for a walk after supper is something I look forward to. Right now is the lilac season, whose sweet scent and equally delicate flowers presents itself from the yards and paths in my neighborhood. The ones behind the walled front yards tend to look fuller, protected from the temptations of passersby who create a bouquet or simply break off a piece to smell as they go for a stroll. Some are sold by little grannies who wait patiently by the National Theatre or green markets, hoping to make a few dinars to offset their meager pensions.

Another purple pleasure is the wisteria. Its cascading flowers have an intoxicating but pleasant perfume which can be detected from quite a distance. Regrettably these don't bloom as long as lilacs, are not as prevalent, and sadly are typically located out of reach. Perhaps it's a good thing, as I would have picked a small piece to enjoy as I continued on my walk.

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The Mosaics of Oplenac

This weekend I revisited the beautiful St. George Church and mausoleum located in the historical region of Topola known as Oplenac. What it lacks for age (it was completed in 1930), it makes up for in its interior decoration. Built by King Peter I as his royal church and resting place of the Karađorđević family, the exterior is covered with the high-quality white marble from nearby Venčac Mountain. Above the main entryway is a mosaic of St. George killing the dragon, symbolizing the victory of Serbian people over its enemies. On top of that is a sculpted coat of arms of the old Karađorđević family.

Unlike the churches of old which were covered with frescoes, the interior of St. George is bejeweled with mosaics in 3,500 square meters of surface. Well crafted and very colorful, the sheer number (725 compositions and over 1,500 figures) makes it nearly impossible to focus anywhere without being distracted by a neighboring scene. Despite taking quite a few photos last time, I felt compelled once again to keep on shooting. Later I could go and zoom in on the photos, beginning to isolate the depicted scenes. In addition to the typical scenes of saints (Serbian and Biblical) and the life of Christ, other themes included the royalty of Serbia. Each king is depicted holding a model of his church in the palm of his hand. Some looked more like priests and others were dressed in more kingly garb.

Following the white marble columns to the top, light streamed through the rather small windows near the ceiling, revealing still more mosaics in the thick window frame. At the top of some columns was the double eagle symbol carved in marble. Looking up, one can't help but notice the huge Pantocrator figure of Christ in the central dome, a replica of the one in monastery at Gračanica. Nine meters in dimension, it's amazing to think that the nose is over 1.5 meters alone! The narrow windows encircling the Pantocrator help illuminate much of the church with soft light, including the splendid colored marble patterned floor. Hanging from the central dome is a huge chandelier made of bronze, weighing 1,500 kg. On the bottom of the chandelier is an upside-down crown, symbolizing the lost Serbian Empire in the battle of Kosovo in 1839.

Mausoleum
Walking down the marble stairs, the temperature became even more cool. Mosaics followed me all the way down. The mausoleum was quite dark, illuminated by some chandeliers and hanging colorful ball-like light fixtures. One's eye couldn't help but be drawn to the brightly lit central arches. Christ again dominates the central position, framed by what looked like a double cross. Four multi-winged angles as described in the Book of Revelations surrounded Christ, tapering off where the arches met the columns. In the rather dimly lit nooks were six generations of the Karađorđević dynasty. In addition to two tombs in the main church, there are 20 tombs in the crypt. Despite the significance of the people buried here, I admit that I gave only a cursory glance to the simple marble burial slabs and spent the rest of the time admiring the mosaics and glowing lamps.

Truly a remarkable place that every person visiting Serbia should see.

See my first entry on Oplenac:

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I Saw My Neighbor in the Dumpster

This evening I went for a walk, determined to enjoy the beautiful weather despite an onslaught of pollen allergy symptoms. I enjoy walking in my neighborhood in Senjak, an area of Belgrade that once was the home of the princes and other elite. Now it is a mixture of expats, embassies (or ambassador residences), wealthier Serbs, and a few residents from olden days. Homes range from the cute and simple white cottages with aging tile roofs to the turreted former palaces, to the tacky mafia-like structures that look totally out of place.

Right next to my apartment building (which is less than 5 years old) is a small brick shack. Its roof, damaged two winters ago in a fire (likely because the owner was trying to heat it using wood) now has a large large plastic sheet over the hole held down with bricks. The yard is full of items rescued from the dumpster, including broken baby strollers, chairs without backs, potted plant carcasses, clothing remnants, and much more. I like it when the trees green out, as I don't have to see the rubbish when look outside my window.

This evening as I walked past the Hungarian Embassy, I saw a short person standing on a wooden crate and trying to reach into the garbage dumpster. Suddenly he reached in further, his whole upper body now out of sight. Such "involvement" was a bit unusual, as I typically would see the dumpster "divers" simply picking through the top with their hands or a stick. Emerging with some "treasure," when the man turned around I recognized the man as my Roma neighbor - otherwise known as a "gypsy." Smiling politely and saying "dobar dan," I greeted him and moved on.

I wonder what treasure will be added to the yard next....

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