RE: Park Stojčevac, Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina

You, who walk where the world once wept

You, who now stroll down Velika Aleja beneath the gentle shade of ancient trees, cannot imagine how deeply your words have touched me. From here, thousands of miles away—where only echoes of sorrow once reached—your message brought me light.

The ground beneath your feet was a place I once thought wounded, scarred by war and loss. Yet you, with your quiet steps and watchful eyes, have shown me that life still blooms even where ruins once lay.

Your images, your descriptions, your gaze—all speak to me of rebirth. In every rebuilt stone, I see the promise of peace. I hear the clatter of hooves and feel each sound like an answered prayer.

Because your walk down that corridor of history is more than tourism or a casual stroll: it is testimony. Proof that love is stronger. That time, though harsh, can also be tender. You’ve turned a memory of pain into a hymn of hope.

And I, from this corner of the world that also knows wounds, am filled with joy to know there exists a place where nature sings again, where the past is neither forgotten nor allowed to halt life’s flow.

Your footsteps tell me we can still aspire to beauty—that tending the earth and letting it tend to us is a sacred act. That the whole world could be like this, if only we learned to silence war and kindle peace.

Thank you for walking there. Thank you for sharing your joy. Thank you for reminding me that love, peace, and nature are the true pillars of what lies ahead.