For hundreds of years the Balkans has been a region fraught with war, occupations and yes, more war - the most recent being the various conflicts from 1990–2001 that saw the end of Yugoslavia and the bloody creation of a handful of separate countries.
Empty houses, wasted farmland and abandoned construction sites. But new churches - always plenty of new churches (or God boxes as my darling Aunt loves to call them). It almost seems like the wars are still going on but have shifted to 'covert operations' as the various religions jostle for position.
I believe in freedom of religion and individual freedom of choice to believe in what you want. However, I found this 'church race' rather sad – the wars in this region have been underpinned by religion and it seems that the churches themselves are keeping the embers smouldering.
I'd probably not come back either – their homes were looted and often partially destroyed, and as my cousin explained there are problems with infrastructure (eg. no one to pick up the milk in some regions). What's more, I don't know if a bunch of Serbs moving back to the new Croatia would be made that welcome.
I need to point out here that I'm not trying to convey a political slant, I just find the whole thing such a shame. We are classified as Croatians but travelling through the country and stepping in and out of Bosnia we could not help but feel sadness for the people of all religious backgrounds who had had their lives destroyed or made extremely difficult for the sake of making small nations independent.
I know this blog might be viewed as inflammatory by some - especially those staunch Croatian nationalists that I know exist in Auckland. The strange thing is that I was one of you until I made this recent trip with Dad and Aunty. I'm not professing to be an expert on the region, people, but I've tried to call it as I saw it. In time I can only hope that those independent countries find enduring peace and prosperity.
I'm aware that this is probably my deepest and darkest blog yet but I needed to do it. Aunty and Dad, I hope you like it – thanks for opening my eyes.
Sayonara,
Lenska
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