Everything I wrote before about Mostar was stupid.
War
What could you know, u little tourist? Can you judge ? When you see all those bullets and mortar holes on the damaged houses, the ruins of buildings in construction, poster yith portaits of dead people everywhere, hoy can you judge the tricks for tourists, the superficial girls wanting to fertilize their country, and the youth driving shiny cars ?...
The travel really begins HERE. Here I start to draw again, after more than one zear without willing. Here I feel there is something.
People are tough. Not nice. Well, it depends. When they stop as I hitch-hike, some of them are drunk, or fast, or use violently their brakes in a noisy stop...
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