Hello. I am e.n.d. Once upon a time I came from Minnesota. But then I moved everywhere.

Curiosity didn't kill the cat. Complacency did.

 

After teaching some of my Mom’s students an “African Geography” class in English yesterday, we headed to the Longji Rice Terraces this morning.

Upon arrival, we settled in a bit, had some lunch, went for a walk, and took a nap.

Later, my Dad and I hiked a bit further to the top of the mountain. He took in the view while I ended the evening with a solo trail run on a narrow 1.2 mile path along the rice terrace cliffs.

I ran back and forth until the sun started to go away. 

The air is thinner here. My lungs are a bit sore. But the dusk sky made up for it.

Back to my moleskine, music and pen.

After a long, beautiful and sobering day filled with a personal account of pre-and-post-conflict history, I was able to top it off with a ride up to the higher hills on top of Sarajevo.

Just in time for dusk.

Starting with graves. Ending with a beautiful melting sky. 

“If you can keep the hills, you can keep the city. 

They were always hiding in the hills. 

Only their gunfire could identify them. 

We had to keep the hills.”

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Solo. Savoring the sounds of strangers and the last minutes of dusk at Mauerpark