Omarska is the name of a small place that would probably not have any particular meaning today, had it not been for the Yugoslav wars. It would be a village in Bosanska Krajina that you would notice only if you took the road from Banja Luka to Prijedor. However, the conflicts ensuing after the breakup of the […]

Women in the culture of remembrance of Bosnia and Herzegovina: liberating the street from the male norm  

We need a radical reconstruction of our memories. That means that we will recall the forgotten female heroes of our history in an institutionalised process and affirm their visibility through the streets of our cities, memorialise them and open the door for new female heroes, so they can proudly articulate their potentials. Because streets do not maintain[…]

Why no street in Banja Luka was named after Mira Kesić?

The Communist Party tasked a partisan and philosophy professor, Mira Kesić, with the duty of gathering children, war orphans, and establishing orphanages where they would be accommodated.   At the end of World War II, on the territory of the County People’s Committee Banja Luka, which included the County of Banja Luka, Bosanska Gradiška, Bosanska Dubica, Kotor[…]

Adila’s Bullet-Proof Şalvar

Photo: Dejan Radić An Albanian woman from Belgrade, a Serbian man from Bor, a Serbian couple from Gračanica, a town near Priština, are sitting together in Durrës. It sounds like the beginning of a joke, but it’s neither a joke nor a beginning – we are somewhere halfway to reconciliation, but we are not really moving from[…]

Instead of women’s history, there is a gap in Bosnia and Herzegovina

It is difficult to assess how many young women from Bosnia and Herzegovina are completing their doctoral studies at the most prestigious universities around the world, successfully defending their doctoral theses or doing post-doctoral studies, thereby specialising in a series of specific scientific fields, thanks to which their work will have a much more comprehensive meaning than[…]

This is my home, why don’t I live here?

Republic of Bosnia and Herzegovina. ID of a displaced person. Personal identification number of the displaced person: 10367012889. Last name and name: Kanlić Edo. That is me. Given the fact that we live in peace, it seems inappropriate and too mild to call persons that were expelled from their homes ‘displaced persons’. A document found recently places[…]

We lost Tito! Who could have taken it? 

They did not touch the frame, nor break the glass. They only took his picture. Even the poster of his face, set opposite the picture, was not touched. The frame is still in its place, and so is the glass, untouched. It is as if the picture disappeared into thin air. For how long has it been[…]

White Armband Day: a struggle for memory

Photo: Edi Matić It has been three decades since the Bosnian Serb authorities sent a call to the citizens of Serbian nationality via Radio Prijedor to join “their army and their police in the hunt for extremists”. The second part of that message was even more sinister: “The other citizens, of Muslim and Croatian nationality, must put[…]

The strength to carry on with one’s life  

The war in Ukraine has been going on for more than a month. I was listening to one of the TV programmes that continuously report on the events and I just heard that more than 3 million people fled the country. They aired an interview with two young men who are below 20 and who said that[…]


Author: Edvin Kanka Ćudić When it comes to the fame and prosperity of Brčko, we always think of Brčko the way it was at the beginning of 2000. Those that visited the Bosnian Posavina region in that period could see a city in which persons lived better and more comfortably as compared to the rest of Bosnia[…]

The war and what comes next  

Those of us that do not remember socialism or the war itself, obtained information about that period verbally, just as in case of an epic narrative that is transferred by the elderly based on their memories, which, at the same time, constituted a romanticised past. A characteristic that marked the childhood of my generation is heavy political[…]