Today we started at 6:45 from Zavidovici with a bus to Tuzzla (2 hours bus ride). On the way we drove through nice cities and villages some looked really ruined others quite modern. In most cases the population which got on the bus was quite poor. We decided to take a local bus to get a cheap trip. All in all the landscape sorrounding us was just beautiful. A lot of forests with different kind of trees, the Bosna running next to us and the clouds covering the peaks  of the mountains.

When we arrived in Tuzzla we went first to a cofee and drank a wake-up-coffee. After that we started browsing around and got to know the center of Tuzzla.

It’s a small town where a lot of different religions live in peace together. That’s quite rare in Bosnia. They have memorials from the war all around the city in some buildings you could even see the bulletholes from the machineguns.

During our expedition through the city, I found a really nice fashion-store for men. We went in and a lady asked me what kind of clothes I am looking for. I answered in English but my German look was noticed quite fast and she started talking fluently German to me. It was really impressive because she talked with Emina in Bosnian and with me in German. She told us that she studied both languages for a long time and that one of her daughters is acutally living in Ulm. We had a good talk and in the end I bought two really nice shirts for 79,95 KM.

We spent the rest of the day in a restaurant drinking and talking.

Dangerous busride

We took the bus back home at 18:20. On the bus ride I saw a gipsy child entering the bus and said to Emina that she has to be careful of her bags. During the bus ride Emina almost fall a sleep and just in that moment the gipsy child who kept staring at us moved one seat in front of me. Emina sat up straight away and we both watched the kid. It pretendet to play and I would believe so but Emina told me later that she saw him trying to reach my bag with a hook. The thiefs are really tricky in Bosnia, they use children to steal. This time the kid didn’t have luck because Emina and me knew what he would try to do. So his (partner/mother/grandmother) came up and tried to distract us by talking to him. She failed because we were just focussing the boy and her plan didn’t get along. They stopped and changed seats. Emina and me saw from the back that the kid took the seat behind a man who was asleep. One stop the watch was gone, one stop the necklace of the woman next to him. The whole crime happened as fast as and the couple didn’t even notice. We wanted to get up and tell the bus driver but Emina told me that sometimes in Bosnia it’s organized crime. She was right, when the gipsys got off the bus the bus driver talked to them and th kid handed them some money and a silver shining thing(watch) before he continued to drive the bus. The busdriver was really creapy becaue he kept staring at us and got us on different bus stations to pay people and get plastic coppers. In the end we were alone in the bus (two tourist blond hair alone in a local bus with a creapy drug selling busdriver).  I would say we saw the best organized crime by a busdriver but i am not sure about this. Because the bus driver was that creapy we called Eminas relatives to pick us up from the bus station ( it was totally dark). When we arrived at 21 o’clock at the station we saw Jenna and were totally happy because we were still alive.