My Scholarship entry - Seeing the world through other eyes
WORLDWIDE | Monday, 23 April 2012 | Views [227] | Scholarship Entry
It’s August of 2009, I get off the bus in Mostar, Bosnia. As I walk I see the bomb shell markings left on many of the tall abandoned apartment buildings along the main street where war tanks plowed down not so long ago. After I get settled in my hostel I ask Miranda one of the locals who works there about what it was like during the war as we drink tea together. She tells me of the cemeteries and missing persons. She tells me it’s Friday night and life is happening now. I ask where should I go and she says she always has fun with her friends at Ali Baba’s. She invites me to meet her after work. By the time I gave up all hope of finding her while lost in town I stumbled upon music coming out of a opening in a mountain on the opposite side of the famous “Old Bridge”. As I walked closer I realized this large cave was a dance club with no front door to speak of. I found Miranda and her friends near this amazingly retro black and white checkered patterned bar at the front of the cave entrance getting drinks. She hugs me and says welcome to Ali Baba’s. A tsunami of energy rushed into my veins. The cave was open to the street like a cracked out secret den to hide treasures with tunnels. The upstairs level had been carved out where you could see everyone in a sea of foam. The neon lights were spinning wildly and constant pulses of beats were pounding into the masses bodies of party goers covered in soap suds that flowed from the ceilings and sides. No one was safe from the delights that rained from the ecstacy of electronic debauchery. A wave of hands, sweaty arms, stomping feet, and laughter is what I dove into without a care. My worries of traveling alone in yet another war torn country washed away as I danced the hours behind me. We all walked back together and laughed at our soap filled hair and clothes.I found one of the hottest local parties in the world and one of the most holy of cities. As I fell to my bed I held my pillow and smiled myself to sleep.
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