After the war, I visited Sarajevo a couple of times, but it wasn’t my city anymore. I had no family left there, and the sense of not belonging broke my heart. But this time, I wanted to go visit my dad’s property although I knew that the house was burned down and the trip might ruin my memories. I hoped I could remember how to get to my dad’s property. I had no address.
We hailed a taxi and Kemal picked us up, a friendly man in his late 50s. His eyes lit up when I mentioned Trnovo.
See how Kemal and Nina's visit back to their homeland changed their trip with the the help of an amazing cab driver #OnlyontheBlog