Bound

Of all the places I've seen, one of the brightest memories is bound toMostar. 

From the moment we first met, on a starry July night, and until we met again,with its cobblestone alleys now turned crowded, it suffered change, butremained the same. 

I felt it in the touches of silk, in the taste of homemadejam, in the out-of-this-world colour of Neretva, in the smell of the whitishstone, and in the rare sighs of the wind, which shares a beautiful story to theworld. A story about a city and a bridge, about people who are kind, and aboutjoyful times spent there. 

Times that can never be forgotten.

 

/Firstpublished in July 2016 on the website of Tour Guide Mostar, which ceased toexist;

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