Here lies Linil, the eldest son of Abbot Hotonja Where are you headed? Which path will you take? Leading to whom? And why? Halt, think. Look back. Do you think with your feet rather than your mind? This stone was cut for the eldest son by the youngest brother Borjen and inscribed by the scribe Sanko. In Vrhbosna, in 1402 […]
Here lies Ahmat Stuk on his noble land. Let it be known that since my brother carved this stone and it was laid in the field upon me, never a traveller on earth nor a star by night will lose its way. In my death I have become a waypost. In the 1192nd Year of Our Lord, in the month […]
[One] Here lies Berko Miotoš, on his noble land. If you would my tombstone overturn, overturn it, but spare your arms and legs. This stone is too heavy to move, and far too heavy to overturn. Its weight has blistered my bones. If you would still tread my bones Do, and the Good Lord and I shall forgive, but do […]
The modern-day Horsemen of the Apocalypse—death, destruction, ethnic cleansing and lies—ride over Bosnia today. Everything that the human spirit and labor of our greatgrandfathers created over thousands of years is being destroyed. Day after day, month after month, year after year, they leave behind devastated towns, torched villages, and dead bodies, fated only to become statistics. Every new figure in […]