Visit to an illicit place of pilgrimage
When you come to Bosnia, you can read the magical name Medjugorje on hyper-modern coaches on their way through the bumpy streets of Sarajevo, bringing mostly elderly people to the place of their destination. And if you still were so naive to believe that true religion and two-fisted business are mutually exclusive, you are taught a lesson now: the money changers have long since returned to the (golden) temple, believe it or not. Continue reading
delirium clemens 
