1. MOSTAR WE USED TO KNOW
of Eastern Mostar on 18th June, 1992)
Karadyozbeg's mosque does not look like itself. Minaret is
severed in two. Kuyundziluk
near the Old Bridge, once the most famous part of the city,
looks horrible. Here, everything has gone to hell: teahouses,
restaurants, Turkish house, grill houses, goldsmiths' and
watchmakers' workshops. Amongst stone plates of Kuyundziluk
I suddenly perceived a tourist publication about Mostar
Italian. It is partially burned, but readable. Poet Giacomo
Scotti translated the text to Italian. Verses telling of Mostar
that we used to know were written by another poet, Alex Santic,
who is now but a pierced statue with a rope around his head.
fighter passes by and mutters: 'Dammit!'
We ask him, what's that all about.
He keeps on muttering, 'Now I will have to mine it myself.
It would be better if they razed it completely.'
Then he continues, in a more articulate manner: 'my house
is down there, less than 50m away heavily damaged. Can't be
repaired. Now I will have to mine my own home because these
morons did not finish their job'.
His wife and kids are in Split, in the reception centre.
- Your head is still on your shoulders, that's what counts
- photographer Silvano consoles him.
- Yes, that's true. We'll build a new house. To your health!
The Neretva River roars, playing around the remains of the
Customs and Tito's bridge. The city with thirteen bridges
remained with just one, the most famous, built in the distant
1566. When the going gets tough, smaller cars traverse it.
Because, the nearest bridge to the other bank of Neretva is
one in Metkovic. And it is 'just' some 35 km to the south.