The March entered Sarajevo the second day of spring, gathered on Vrbanja bridge and threw fake rose leaves on the river in memory of all the victims of the siege. Then, in front of the eternal flame, they removed their shoes, stepped barefoot in a bucket of red paint and walked on a strip of paper towards Sebilj leaving behind them red footprints. A way to commemorate the refugees from Syria, leaving their place, sometimes with no shoes, trying to escape the bloodshed that started there 6 years ago. At the old city main square, the March gathered with their white flags while Omar Blentic, a professional local pianist began to play the Adagio in d minor of J.S. Bach. Ahmad, our Syrian friend from Aleppo later shared some touching words with the public. Anna did so as well, making the link between war in Bosnia and war in Syria. It was a very touching afternoon of shared emotion, the same emotion I felt 10 days before.
I still wonder who was this man with his chocolate bars in Piskavica. I saw his face a last time through the windscreen of his car, crying while driving back into the shadow of war. Probably the first time I got tears in my eyes while eating chocolate.