Mostar Old Bridge might look like as a place name. Perhaps there is a center that is called so in Italy. Surely it is the bridge to excellence in Florence. It is the city of the Ancient Bridge (Stari Most ), significantly renovated after the Civil War had swept away to the sound of bombing. "Never forget" is written on a plaque placed on a wall of the center. How can we forget the effects of the gunner still in plain sight on the walls of semi-central areas? Yet this city and suspended naive, determination and will to live has to sell. Discrete blaring music venues dotted around the old town, which may be accessed by car if the customer is not willing waiter-catcher reported to the stranger who is not circulating in the streets. What are the signs of the people so nice?
Bosnia seems to be a kind of Croatian intestine, where everything is far away, confused and extravagant: in the countryside, between simple and homes around the area, appear occasionally miraculous five-star hotel. It is unclear who and why it should stay in structure so comfortable in the middle of nowhere. The typical Bosnian house is simple: even the railing of a balcony looks like a bells and whistles that you can give up, just be careful where you put your feet. By contrast, the Bosnian-style hotel is too large, colorful, slightly tacky. Not in the sense of "Arab" of the term. Rather it shows off some in Bosnia - allegedly - in building quality products of some pretensions. Neum is all like a sort of Sorrento by sea choked by a long strip of Croatia. Hotels colorful and full of stars, almost forming a Monte Carlo in the Balkan salsa. The people themselves are bright, responsive, although they seem to live with a sort of pride mixed with a sense of inferiority against their Croatian neighbors. Yet they have much in common the two peoples, starting with the driving style vaguely suicidal with which to conduct its own destination, sometimes at the bottom of an embankment of the Adriatic highway, it is devoid of the parapets in the most dangerous. But you never see in a Bosnian the slightest resemblance to a Croat, and vice versa. Some of the other part of the sea, you will say with disdain that cevapcici are Bosnians and Croats. Needless to say, are also popular in Italy and Austria. It's a bit 'like the story of turkish coffee in Greece becomes greek coffee.
Mostar is beautiful, no doubt. Clean, tidy, quiet, full of young people. Although it does not look like any of the Italian cities, has a Venetian-like style, a bit 'like the other Dalmatian towns. The Muslim community is well integrated: mosques and churches coexist peacefully. Scantily veiled women and girls find themselves in the same way, tolerate each other. There seems to be tension, far from it. Despite the Croatian concentration camps for Bosnian Muslims in 1993, the atmosphere is serene, as if time had stood still for a while '. Belgrade or Zagreb some car license plate is tentatively here and there, parked on the street remains incredibly intact. The Bosnians do not forget, but do not appear to be vindictive.
The position on the Neretva River, the blue river that bisects the city and the mountains that surround it vaguely reminiscent of Florence, as well as the aforementioned Ponte Vecchio, the stalls and the very fact of being so collected. Definitely a Florentia Balkan architectural style uniform and perfect.
The people of Mostar are definitely enterprising. In addition to the various craft shops, there is a boy who runs with the only swimming costume holding a small collection for the spectators who will see him throw himself into the stream. The bridge is very high, 24 meters. The river is cold and deep and wide enough to ensure a safe dive. Yet he walked boldly out from the railing with one hand holding. If you slip from that position, would fall in a part of bottom of the river is not deep enough. In addition, there would be time to dive with a suitable posture to mitigate the impact with the water. But anyhow, the ritual begins. Collection of funds was considered sufficient by the partner who remains dry, go for a swim with a tube placed just off the green tower Helebija , just to acclimatise. Then, barefoot, and on to the top of the bridge. Silence. Concentration. He crouches in a fetal position almost to leave the support of the bridge and throws his arms folded in half and open, perhaps a bit slow 'his fall. A muffled scream of the audience following his fast fall. The water came into place after about two seconds at a speed not less than 20 miles per hour. A moment before impact folds his arms forcefully to create a counter-thrust which he can keep from going too. I think that still touches the bottom, which must not exceed 15 meters. The young man re-emerges satisfied, it is now a real man. And a little 'richer than a few euro. Ready for a new dive.
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