A story of the search for truth, justice and hope through three generations of women.
What does it mean to have roots, to feel the connection of the land, mountains, rivers, trees; where deep song, music and poetry beats as your heart and the blood in your veins flows like a timeless river through a land for centuries?
And then, hate spills into the soil, the trees, the rivers. What new songs can be sung and verses made?
Before reconciliation comes acknowledgment, before hope, truth.
‘And the questioned gave then a prompt reply;
Bosnia – forgive me – there is a land,
Both barren And barefoot – forgive me –
Both cold and hungry –
but more than that – Forgive me –
Defiant – through A dream’
Mak Dizdar
Feature photo by Almin Zrno