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Birding Sarajevo or the sentimental journey home

10,000 Birds

Right: Water Pipits landing on my car and sliding down the windscreen. The road was new, the only sign of the recent times were bullet holes in a few abandoned houses, but that was a rare sight. The scorching sun was right above my head. Overhearing that, the waiter came and introduced himself “I am from Kosovo”.

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