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October 21, 2008


Some more Bosnia pics from another hill where CC’s other grandparent’s house stands. These are fairly out of the way places, where still electricity remains one of the few visible markers of progress and asphalt, the black signifier of civilisation, lies miles down the dusty road riddled with holes and dry water streams. That’s one of the reasons why apples up there taste sooo good.

Apple-scented still life

Apple-scented still life

It was a good year for apples and we got a lot more than we managed to pick ourselves. On our way back, our trunk was filled with autumn goodies, two giant boxes of apples squashing between our bags, toppled with grapes and bottles of home distilled plum brandy (šljivovica). As if this was not enough, on the way back CC’s grandmother insisted on the obligatory fare of meat, eggs and goat cheese.

Presumably windy pasture where fruits won't grow

Presumably windy pasture where fruits would grow

The little shack is in fact a well

The little shack is in fact a well

Why were we taught in school that water has no taste, smell or colour?

Why were we taught in school that water has no taste, smell or colour?

I’m not fond of such trunk invasions which are so hard to bargain out because I lost the mood for smuggling slowly thawning home grown chickens and baskets of eggs across two borders,
but we passed both customs with ironical “nothing to declare” and without a blink of an eye. The only one blinking was the Croat border policemen when he came across Iranian visas in our passports. I was smiling to myself not only because of his puzzled expression but also because my mother in law sitting on the back seat still thinks we went to Brussels last November.

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  1. October 21, 2008 8:23 pm

    Bruxelles, Iran, same difference…

    I think I would have lied to my mother too, and if I had a mother-in-law, I would have lied to her as well.

    Do I want to travel to Iran with a US passport? Probably not.

    Please let us know about your mother-in-law’s reaction when she finally finds out. ;-)

  2. October 23, 2008 1:56 am

    I haven’t tasted a great apple since childhood.

    Damn modern agriculture and it’s high yeilds that need so much pesticides!

    So many vegetables and fruit sold nowadays here in Australia are so tasteless. That’s why I grow my own tomatoes. This year I’m growing some from old fashioned seeds that are no longer grown commercially.

  3. October 23, 2008 7:44 pm

    Nathalie: Will do, but the plan is not for the next decade or so :) She could’n understand our trios to Turkey, even less the one to Syria, so we made this one easier for her, he he…

    Razz: Unfortunately these cuties will not last till you come over. Good luck with tomatoes – we are also planning on buying/renting a plot of land nearby to use as a garden. So that we don’t have to travel to Turkey to get good tomatoes, ever since we entered EU, quality of vegetables has gone down the drain and local farmers raised prices so much that we are often tempted to ask about their sanity, or if salad has golden leaves or sth. of the sort.

  4. October 27, 2008 4:36 pm

    I can’t get over how much these pictures look like where I grew up in New Hampshire. It’s identical. Somehow, that sort of thing always surprises and amuses me.

    As for the trip to Iran, I think you most definitely played that one right!

    Speaking to the tasteless produce, I’m with you 100%. Institutional food production. I went to the super market this summer and they were selling strawberries the size of peaches. I was horrified! You just know that they will both be hollow and taste like cardboard. Remember excitedly waiting for some particular food to come into season? No wonder kids think that getting an orange at Christmas is bizarre. You can always get oranges! True… but they aren’t the same.

    -Turkish Prawn

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