I often remember the experience, and it was a decade ago, now it’s funny, but it could have been completely tragic. We went towards the source of the river Neretva, which is almost on the border of Bosnia and Herzegovina and Montenegro. Summer water, so everyone is thirsty. And plants and animals and people. Flocks of sheep graze around in the gorges of the hill, and the river, like a knife, is clearly separated by a deep gorge into two insurmountable parts. Only every ten kilometers, near the settlement, you can see the cable cars, bridges that connect the villages on the left bank and the stingy pastures for sheep and goats on the other bank of the river. At the moment of crossing a larger flock of sheep, I personally fished just under one such bridge - the cable car. And one big thing followed: PLOP! Boom, plop, rubble! A streak of water splashed across my face. Something fell right at my feet, almost on my head!
Photography is of course an illustration. A ram leader fell through the planks on the bridge! One hundred kilos of live weight, it falls from a height of ten meters. It was huge in the air, like that with dry wool on it. When he emerged from the cold river after a few seconds, he was half as small, it seems to me. The wool got wet, stuck to the skin. He's not half! Only then did panic grip me, what if it fell on my head, as it didn't? The first car is only a half hour walk uphill. I can't even imagine what it would be like if it were.
Putujuci pre par godina kroz Bosnu sam imala prilike da vidim divlje konje na putu cak i krave su nam nekoliko puta preprecile puy.Nije se nista slicno desilo kao u prici ali sam uzivala gledajuci divlje konje kako su slobodni za razliku od konja koji vuku kola.