As poet Mak Dizdar describes in “Blue River” there exists a country: “Beyond dread, beyond doubt, beyond nine, beyond ten, deeper and stronger, beyond silence, beyond darkness.” It is here that a good country exists. A country shaped like a heart. That country’s name is Bosnia-Herzegovina and a strange people live in this heart-shaped land.
What does it mean to be Bosnian in Bosnia-Herzegovina, and does such an identity even exist?
The fighting ended long ago, but it would be a stretch to say the country is at peace.