Roni’s 1st Night in Sarajevo, 2009 – Part 2

The woman said that she had been chasing me for a while and yelling after me, but that she didn’t know my name.  She was short, skinny with bright red-dyed hair.
She told me that she didn’t want me to think that Bosnians were inhospitable and that she could offer me a place to stay.
Roni:  How much?
Woman:  You pay me nothing.
Roni:  Ok, do I pay someone else something?
Woman:  Probably not.
Roni:  Well, that’s pretty vague.
Woman:  No, no, I don’t think so.
[Change to present tense.]
She’s obviously cold, so I offer her my UW hoodie as we walk.  She accepts.
We end up going back to that same apartment complex from before.  (This is how she knew what my deal was, as she heard (about) me one of the times before.)
The little girl says “Goodbye” again.  I say hello, tell her my name.  She is obviously quite excited at seeing a foreigner.
The woman gets her keys and says we should get my bags from the hostel.  We walk across some elevated strip of rocks in the Muslim cemetery.  I get my bags, return the keycard and leave.
We walk back, but we don’t go back to the apartment complex.  She had vaguely explained earlier that she lived somewhere else, but the whole situation was fairly confusing.  It turns out that I will be staying alone, a bit of a distance from the apartment complex.  This totally throws me off for the rest of the night (up through this writing as I stand in the streets of Sarajevo stealing wireless again).
Over the course of these walks, I find out a bit about her working in Basra, paying to go to Kandahar for an interview only to find out that they only wanted Americans, her measuring her cousins penises as they masturbated to porn and other folksy anecdotes.
We arrive at the apartment, walk in and it reminds me of my grandmother’s apartment in Washington Heights, NYC.  Old, with old furniture and the like.
I hear more stories, she smokes a bunch and The Ring 2 plays on TV.  All the while, I’m still creeped out that I’m going to be in that place alone.
After she leaves, I decide to try to get some wireless.  I go outside and hear cars and stuff outside, and vaguely convince myself that this is all some sort of a trap.  As I hide around the corner from the apartment, I picture people showing up to track me down to kill me or steal my stuff.  It’s all a very nice little fantasy, but nothing happens.
Right now, as I said, I’m stealing wireless, debating whether or not to go out tonight.  Tomorrow, I meet a friend of the guy that I stayed with in Banja Luka.
The arrangement with the woman is that I try to contact her at some point to arrange when I’m leaving.  No more than 2 more nights after this.  We’ll see what happens.
Coat of arms of Bosnia and Hercegovina

Coat of arms of Bosnia and Hercegovina

Obviously, this is a continuation of the prior post.

The woman said that she had been chasing me for a while and yelling after me, but that she didn’t know my name.  She was short, skinny with bright red-dyed hair.

She told me that she didn’t want me to think that Bosnians were inhospitable and that she could offer me a place to stay.

Roni:  How much?

Woman:  You pay me nothing.

Roni:  Ok, do I pay someone else something?

Woman:  Probably not.

Roni:  Well, that’s pretty vague.

Woman:  No, no, I don’t think so.

[Change to present tense.]

She’s obviously cold, so I offer her my UW hoodie as we walk.  She accepts.

We end up going back to that same apartment complex from before.  (This is how she knew what my deal was, as she heard (about) me one of the times before.)

The little girl says “Goodbye” again.  I say hello, tell her my name.  She is obviously quite excited at seeing a foreigner.

The woman gets her keys and says we should get my bags from the hostel.  We walk across some elevated strip of rocks in the Muslim cemetery.  I get my bags, return the keycard and leave.

We walk back, but we don’t go back to the apartment complex.  She had vaguely explained earlier that she lived somewhere else, but the whole situation was fairly confusing.  It turns out that I will be staying alone, a bit of a distance from the apartment complex.  This totally throws me off for the rest of the night (up through this writing as I stand in the streets of Sarajevo stealing wireless again).

Over the course of these walks, I find out a bit about her working in Basra, paying to go to Kandahar for an interview only to find out that they only wanted Americans, her measuring her cousins penises as they masturbated to porn and other folksy anecdotes.

We arrive at the apartment, walk in and it reminds me of my grandmother’s apartment in Washington Heights, NYC.  Old, with old furniture and the like.

I hear more stories (such as when her dad laid out marijuana, speed and other drugs and told her to have it if she liked it so he could see what she was like when she was high), she smokes a bunch, keeps reassuring me that she won’t kill me or steal my stuff, while The Ring 2 plays on TV.  All the while, I’m still creeped out that I’m going to be in that place alone.

After she leaves, I decide to try to get some wireless.  I go outside and hear cars and stuff outside, and vaguely convince myself that this is all some sort of a trap.  As I hide around the corner from the apartment, I picture people showing up to track me down to kill me or steal my stuff.  It’s all a very nice little fantasy, but nothing happens.

Right now, as I said, I’m stealing wireless, debating whether or not to go out tonight.  Tomorrow, I meet a friend of the guy that I stayed with in Banja Luka.

The arrangement with the woman is that I try to contact her at some point to arrange when I’m leaving.  No more than 2 more nights after this.  We’ll see what happens.

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