Sarajevo is a city of 300,000 people, but it is basically built in a ravine. The Miljacka River is at the bottom of the ravine, in the center of town, and the city rises straight up the mountains on either side of the river.
There are many roads so steep they are impassable to motor vehicles (and some I would have thought impassable if I hadn't with my own eyes seen cars drive up them). Stairway-streets are very common. We live at the top of one of those flights of stairs, forty crumbling and overgrown steps up from the road below to our house.
I guess it is already feeling like home. Tonight, Eleanor announced that she had written a poem. Here it is:
When you
see
the
rail
that
is green
you know
you are
back
home
May you find the green rail that leads you home.
1 comment:
Hold to the rod the iron rod. It might have been green. But a great metaphor to Lehi's vision. They can both take you home.
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