In less than 12 hours I will be in Mostar, however it still feels surreal although I’m already on the train to Stockholm where my flight to Sarajevo will leave from. I thought that I at some point would realize that I really will go to Bosnia, somewhere between trying to squeeze my Swedish candy in the already overweight suitcase, saying goodbye to friends and family and trying to get some more sleep (no success on the latter one).
Somehow it feels good though, not really knowing what to expect when I arrive in Sarajevo, since I don’t know the people, the country, the daily routines or the language (all I can say is volim te, I love you). It feels indescribably exciting to get the opportunity to experience this adventure and I will try to regularly share parts of it here, but I can’t promise anything. Until then, goodbye Sweden!