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The more I travel the closer you are in my mind.. Many times I tried to run from the reality of not having you by my side for the rest of my life. I secretly hope to bump into you somewhere in the train station, in the crowd of the Christmas market, or perhaps in the airport. It’s unbelievable to find my stupid self still longing for you after all those bad nights and days we went through. It was Christmas day when I headed to Sarajevo from the freezing windy Budapest. Actually, Sarajevo was just a transit city to my bucket list city of Mostar. I didn’t prepare any specific ‘to-do-list’ in Sarajevo. Arriving at noon in the old town, my AirBnB host sent me the picture of her apartment. It’s written ‘Pekara’ on the yellow building. Right after I saw it in a glance from my Centrotrans bus window, I asked the bus driver to drop me at the next bus station. Then I dragged my big heavy pinky luggage to look for the ‘Pekara’. I found one ‘Pekara’, but not the yellow one. Then I dragged my luggage to a shop asking for direction. Oh my God, I just realized that ‘Pekara’ is not a building name, but it does mean ‘Building’. So, there are plenty of Pekara here in this town! As always, fortune favors the bold! This directional blinded solo traveling lady finally could find the apartment, which happened to be just next to the Katedrale bus station and strategically located in front of the bascarsija (old town). Knowing that I have less than half a day to explore Sarajevo, I decided to stop gazing at the train chanting and the cathedral ringing bell from my apartment window. In five minutes walk, I arrived in the center of bascarsija. I walked to wherever my feet wanted to. Then somehow I heard the sound of adzan calling from a building. As I got in, I found out that it was a mosque. I took some pictures and spotted a girl beside me doing the same. Then I asked her, “Would you mind to take the picture for me here?” She smiled and nodded, “Sure!” Happy with the pictures, we both walked away from the mosque while asking each other. “I can’t believe in this world I can find a girl like you who happened to be like me, traveling alone to Sarajevo!” She seemed surprise and excited at the same time while I’m telling her my stories. We then decided to go for a late dinner. Guess what we had for dinner - cevapcici and cockta! In the next two weeks of my journey in Balkan countries, these two are always be my favorite lunch and dinner set! After dinner, we went to a cafe and had two cups of hot chocolates to warm up our freezing bodies. Perhaps the chocolate did make me drunk. That night I ended up crying, sharing my stupid platonic love story to a person I firstly met in a city I firstly came to. In my real life, you would never see me cry. I’m too tough to cry. I’m a superwoman. A perfect lady that you will envy. No one knows how rotten my soul and how broken my heart is; not my parents, nor my kids. That’s why I love travelling. It gives me a break from being a real life superwoman. It gives me a freedom to tell that I love the old him that brings out the best in me. It gives me time to slowly, painfully, forgive and forget but still keep a piece of him in my heart every now and then.