Sarajevo isn’t visited – it’s entered like a story already in motion.
Where the sound of church bells and the call to prayer don’t clash – they resonate together.
Where minarets and porches, baklava and burek, silence and laughter – all belong to the same everyday life.
This is a city where tolerance isn’t a slogan, but a way of walking.
Where it doesn’t matter where you come from, but how you drink your coffee – and whether you truly listen.
Where faith is present, but never forceful – like a breath, like a smile in passing.
Sarajevo is a city where life isn’t perfect – but deeply human.
And where beauty, truth, and goodness – as Plato dreamed them –
don’t live in museums, but on Baščaršija.
