Bosnian muslim family life

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Tuesday, July 29, 2008

POLSKI:
Gdy juz siedzielismy na plecakach tuz za Sarajewem, produkujac napis "Żelenica", zatrzymal sie spory van starego typu, z muzulmanska rodzinka Bosniakow w srodku. A mysmy nawet jeszcze nie zaczeli machac! Jechali w przeciwna strone niz mysmy chcieli, wiec pozegnalismy sie dziekujac, a oni... po kilkunastu metrach zawrocili i kazali wskakiwac. Powiedzieli, ze zawioza nas do Srebernika, w strone Tulży. Czyli nadal w przeciwna strone, niz planowalismy, ale takiej goscinnosci nie moglismy odmowic! Jechalismy z nimi przez jakies 3-4 godziny, zatrzymujac sie po drodze przy naturalnym źródełku wody mineranej, a tuz po zachodzie slonca ojciec rodziny podjechal pod meczet, wyskoczyl z auta i poszedl na szybka modlitwe. Przejechalismy z tymi ludzmi ze 150km. Na Balkanach, wyznaczajc sobie trase do pokonania, trzeba wziac poprawke na gory. Odcinek 200km mozna jechac nawet caly dzien. Nie wiedzielismy, dlaczego ci Bosniacy jechali do Srebernika. Na mapie bylo tylko zaznaczone, ze znajduje sie tam jakis meczet, wiec pomyslelismy, ze moze jada pomodlic sie w miejsce kultu? Gdy dojechalismy na miejsce, okazalo sie, ze tam mieszkaja. Pozwolili, a raczej kazali nam rozbic namiot na trawniku przed swoim domem; zamkneli brame i zakryli tak, zeby nikt nas nie zobaczyl. Proponowali nocleg w izbie kunchennej, ale nie chcielismy, zeby czuli sie nieswojo, majac w domu na noc zupelnie obcych ludzi. Poszlam tylko skorzystac z toalety i to uswiadomilo mi, jak skromnie zyja. Gdy wrocilam na podworze, Marcina nie bylo w namiocie, ale uslyszalam jego glos: "Bogna chodz na kolacje". Kolacje? Siedzial pod drzewem przy stole zastawionym chyba wszystkim, co Ci biedni ludzie mieli do jedzienia w swoim domu - cieplym leczo, chlebem, maslem, dzemem, kawa, herbata, sokiem, woda... Marcin byl w szoku. "Bogna, dlaczego jest tak, ze ci, ktorzy maja najmniej, ofiaruja nam najwiecej?" - zapytal. "Sadze, ze dlatego, ze wiedza najlepiej, iz w zyciu nalezy sie dzielic tym, co sie ma, bo w trudnej chwili ktos inny sie z nimi podzieli." - wypowiedzialam na glos moje mysli. Pan domu i nasz kierowca, Muhmad, mimo zmieczenia, spedzil z nami jeszcze jakis czas, rozmawiajac. Nie mowil w zadnym innym jezyku niz jego ojczysty, ale serbo-chorwacki i polski sa do siebie na tyle podobne, ze nie mielismy problemow, zeby sie porozumiec.

ENGLISH:

When we were already out of Sarajevo, sitting on our backapcks and producing a sign "Żelenica", there stopped a pretty big old school van, with a Muslim family from Bosnia inside. And we even hadn`t had time to start waving! They were going in the opposite direction than we wanted, thus we said goodbye and thank you and... they would back up after driving several meters and would tell us to hop on.They said they`d drive us to Srebernik, which was on the way to Tulża. It was still the opposite direction we`d wanted to take, but how could we refuse such a hospitality? We were travelling with them for about 3-4 hours, stopping by a natural mineral spring,  and also right after sunset the father of the family drove to a mosque, jumped out of the car and went for a quick prayer. We made about 150km with those people. When travelling around Balkans, you need to be aware of mountains. A distance of 200km may take even a whole day. We didn`t know why were these Bosnian people going to Srebernik. At our map we only found there was marked a mosque or something like that so we thought they might be going to pray in a place of cult? When we got to the place, we found out, that the family simply lives there. They let us, or rather told us to pitch our tent our tent on the lawn in front of their house; they   closed the gate and hid it in such a way so nobody would see us. The offered us to stay in the kitchen room, but we didn`t want them to feel uncomfortable due to the fact there were staying overnight complete strangers in their house. I only went to use their toilet and that made me realize how sparingly they live. When I got back to the barnyard, Marcin wasn`t inside of the tent there, but then I heard his voice: "Bogna come for a supper". A supper? He was sitting under a tree, by a table full of all the food these poor probably had in their house - warm lecho, bread, butter, jam, coffee, tea, juice, water... Marcin was shocked. "Bogna, why is it so? Why the people who have the least, offer us the most?" - he asked. "I reckon it`s because they know the best we should share with others by what we have as when it came to hard times, somebody else would share with them" - I said aloud my thoughts. Our host and driver, Muhmad, despite the tiredness, spent a while chatting with us. He didn`t speak any other language except for his mother tongue, but Serbian-Croatian and Polish are so similar that we had no troubles with understanding each other.
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