So, if you saw the previous post, it will help explain this one. If not, scroll down first and read about the house built on the ruins of another.
I have this odd dream, where I spend some time repairing on their site, or recreating on a different scale here, the Monument to the Fallen of the 1st Balkan War.
After the various wars of independence, the idea of a Yugoslavian Nation was dead. And the monuments around the country, including this one, mainly fell into disrepair.
I can't fix the United States. AND I can't ignore the hatred and anger I see most days in media, Congress and people's view of each other. I see, in the sadness of Bosnians a mirror of the my own desperation. They long for the time under Tito when Yugoslavs got along with each other and had a common goal.
I long for a time, maybe never a real one, when Americans listened to each other, and gave one another respect and honesty. I cannot fix America.
But I dream, and sometimes, I dream that I can clean concrete, pull weeds and revitalize the idea of unity in Yugoslavia. And I can dream it because I don't speak the language. And I don't have the hate. I just see the sadness and loss. And I see the grime and weeds, those I can fix.