Elijah Lukac: Farewell to the state of BiH

I was now in the Slovenian consulate in Banja Luka. Simply put. I was thinking how to start this story, and then I realized that this is the best "school". Plain and simple. Without philosophy.

He met there a long line, but thinking that some pensions are concerned, I went inside to the doorman.

- "Hello," I said.

He looked at me hateful, dissatisfied.

- "What do you need?"

- "I need up to the embassy to pick up a visa".

- "And, you need a visa?"

I did not reply.

- "And, are you buddy saw this red front"?

- "Yes, but I thought that the retirement or something like that."

- "Do not think but stand there in line and wait like everyone else."

Boy, I was embarrassed. As I looked stupid. I could have this I understand. A row kilometer. What a sight. I'm thinking to take out your phone and images. I wanted that for others to see. Again, something is stupid. And, sadly. Almost all the young people like me. In front of me, two guys make me even younger. Behind the young couple.

Not this was for painting. This is more for crying. Kilometric queue, us young people, who are waiting for a visa, and we all want to go. What remains from this country. As long as our legs will carry. I realized that this story is not worthy of a photograph. We do not have more scenery for photography. It's all gone to hell, and all have lost all meaning. We have no more sincere smile on his face.

There is no us. People are leaving. Enough of playing with our lives, as long as someone to be us Lutz while the second ends of the retreat. Here everything is nice persisted. No nature is no longer beautiful. It was sold! A little more and I will when I go swimming in the Balkans, have to wonder if I should go. And, if the answer is yes, for it will have to pay wholesale. Grade objects, turf but again built. They say different political currents. Well, because of this and similar The electricity I'm standing with a large group of young people in front of the Slovenian embassy and wait for your visa.

Come on line and visas in hand. That's it. I call friends and make deals coffee. Red is a treat. Počastiću I go out of their own country and that I leave all this "power". I will not order any more after me "blow" to his will. Enough of me that my cheek "slap" those winds up, stronger. With myself take off the strings that do not draw like a puppet, and, my word, I will not be as stupid as the doorman. I'll know to order. My turn had come. Goodbye.

• 3 Jan, 2017
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