I smelled the fresh air

I looked at the trees

I laughed at the sky

It was extraordinary

Returning home

What is home?

What is warmth?

What is comfort?

I know what it is.

I felt it there.

My heart could travel thousands of miles to see you

My eyes were not disappointed

There was never anything as beautiful as you.

Those years are gone

1992...1993...1994...1995

There are no more bullets in your wings

No more blood on your grass lands

No more screams of children

No more shells destroying you

I returned.

I finally returned.

I saw Sarajevo

I saw Tuzla

I saw Mostar

I saw the pigeons soaring through the sky

I heard the sound of the adhan coming from the Gazi Husrev Beg Mosque

I heard the church bells ringing from the Sacred Heart Cathedral

I heard the gentle stream flowing through the rocks in Vrelo Bosne

I tasted kinder bueno ice cream

My mouth devoured baklava

This is what I wanted

This is what all your inhabitants wanted

No war

No murder

No rape

They wanted your mountains

Your valleys

Your bridges

Your castles

Your sweet water

They wanted peace like back in the days

They wanted the life that was once taken from them

They wanted hope that comes with the light of the sun shining over your green hills

They wanted Bosnia.

I wanted it too.

Bosnia is my home

I longed for home, I wished for it.

God heard me.

He heard my wish.

And granted it.