Lukomir is Bosnia’s highest and most remote Village and a Window into the Country’s past

July 1, 2020 10:30 AM

 

“This is the bridge where the war started,” said Mustafa as we crossed over the sparkling Miljacka River that divides the Bosnian city of Sarajevo. This is how the journalist of BBC Tracy Barnett begins her story. She visited Sarajevo, and then the village of Lukomir on the Bjelašnica mountain.

Tracy remembers that she used to cross that same bridge before. She admired the views, but she did not understand its importance. It was the bridge of Suada Dilberović and Olga Sučić, where on April 6, 1992 snipers killed two young women. According to Barnett, multi-ethnic conflicts escalated to war when Serbs laid siege to Sarajevo and started killing Bosniaks and Croats as they tried to carve a Serb Republic.

“It was just one more marker in a picturesque city engraved with many dark memories. And on this day, it was the starting point of my journey with a man, who like most Bosnians, has spent the two decades since the war reconstructing his peace. Mustafa, my guide, was only 17 when the Bosnian War began, but he still defended his Sarajevo neighborhood when Serbian forces began shelling his apartment building. A Bosniak, or Bosnian Muslim, he fought alongside the Catholic Croats and Orthodox Serbs of Sarajevo against Serbian nationalists who wanted to take over all these lands to create a Greater Serbia,” Tracy writes.

She describes Mustafa as a man with blue eyes, short hair and Balkan appearance. After the war he studied to be a dentists, but the price of setting up his practice was prohibitive so he gave up. Instead, he became a tour guide who makes his living by sharing stories about war and places of peace that his country can offer to the tourists.

 

 

“We were headed 111 km southeast of Sarajevo into the highlands to Lukomir, Bosnia’s highest and most remote village and a little window into the country’s past. Here, villagers still wear traditional hand-knitted clothing and tend their flocks as they have for centuries. The village was one of only two in these highlands that survived the razed-earth offensive of the Serbian forces, who destroyed 13 such villages in the region. Lukomir means “harbor of peace”– a name that has remained relevant in the historically contentious Balkan country. It’s been 21 years since the end of the violence unleashed by the disintegration of the former Yugoslavia, but the war remains a central theme for visitors and locals alike. Although many people still view the country with trepidation, its dramatic landscapes combined with its singular history are making it an increasingly popular destination,” Tracy continues.

Mustafa is one of the associates in Green Visions, an innovative community of eco-tourism. Tracy says he does his job very successfully.

“Soon after leaving Sarajevo, Mustafa and I entered a pine and hardwood forest alive with wildflowers and dense, verdant growth. We passed through Babin Do, the Olympic ski resort where the United Nations had one of its bases during the war. In 1984, Mustafa told me, these were much happier times; the mountains near Sarajevo were the site of the Winter Olympics, including the massif that was our destination, Bjelašnica Mountain.The landscape opened up to a green valley surrounded with rugged peaks. To our left, Mustafa pointed out Treskavica Mountain, his favorite place to go hiking before the war. A foggy mist hung over the magnificent peak’s crown. He recalled hiking up one winter day and playing football on the slick frozen surface of one of Bosnia’s many crystalline mountain lakes. He hasn’t been back since the war, he said, because that mountain, along with many others, is still mined with explosives. Green Visions is working with local mountaineering clubs and others to track which areas are still mined and which are safe, and these mountains are slowly becoming the domain of trekkers and other outdoor adventure enthusiasts once more,” Tracy wrote, continuing:

“As we wound our way up towards Bjelašnica Mountain, the landscape took on a timeless character. A light mist fell, and a shepherd with a pink umbrella minded his flock. Miles of rolling green pasture were marked with old stone fences. Land mines and military maneuvers seemed an incongruous fantasy. We stopped on a ridge top to look across the valley at the massive flanks of Bjelašnica. Thirteen villages dotted across this massif were burned down during the war, Mustafa told me; Lukomir and one other, Čuhovići, which lies behind it, were the only ones to survive. Their remoteness was their strength; the Bosnian army was able to stop the Serbs on their destructive march through the region before they reached Lukomir.

 

 

A light scent of animal dung mixed with wood smoke pierced the cool air, and small stone-and-wood houses hugged the ground as if to hunch against the wind, their strange sharp roofs pointing heavenward. Most were covered with rusted metal sheets, used to extend the lives of the hand-hewn, cherrywood shingles.”

Tracy wrote how Mustafa suggested her to meet the local elder and added how younger generations moved to the cities in search for job and a modern way of life. Less than 20 people permanently reside in Lukomir.

“Mustafa took me to meet a pair of the village elders – indeed they are all elders here, as the younger generations have gone away to the cities to seek jobs and a more modern way of life. Fewer than 20 people live here permanently now. Rahima, her weathered face beaming under a knotted scarf, invited us into her small home with a smile; she wore the loose, black wool trousers and colorful knitted socks traditional to this region. Her husband, Vejsil, rose to greet us; he wore a black beret and orange-and-green knitted socks. The sheepskin on the wall was a warm reminder of their shepherd past.

Rahima busied herself at her old cast-iron stove making traditional Bosnian coffee as she and Mustafa shared stories of their children. She and Vejsil told us about the winters there, when the deep snows render the village completely inaccessible for up to six months. For the last couple of years, they’ve gone down to spend winters with their children in Sarajevo. But for most of their lives, they had to put away food and supplies to last them for the whole winter. They told of the years during the war, when they were isolated for long stretches – times were hard, but now they content themselves with the gentle rhythms of village life.

 

 

Soon it was time for prayers, and Vejsil excused himself to wash and prepare. We bade our farewells and passed under the Arabic blessing inscribed on the lintel. Rahima gave us a sweet bread and homemade feta cheese for the road.

We climbed up to the precipice where stecci – tombstone monuments of the old Bosnian kingdom that were recognized this year as a UNESCO World Heritage Site – have lain since medieval times. The tinkle of bells sounded in the distance as a shepherd tended his flock. The mists were beginning to clear and I got a glimpse of the green mountains on the other side of the precipice on which this precarious village is perched; it felt as if we had arrived at the end of the world,” Tracy wrote.

“Sometimes when climbers climb, I come here, look at them and all the greenery and I feel satisfied. This is my oasis of peace,” Mustafa told Tracy while they were looking at Lukomir from above.

(Source: klix.ba, BBC Travel)

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