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I love my Bosnia and Herzegovina because I think that the feeling you get when you go out and meet Bosnians is really incomparable to anything else. When you leave the house then you can see how nice that house looks. Somehow, when you are in it, you don't feel the images that it really represents, which is definitely a beautiful story called Bosnia and Herzegovina. You cannot reject something from where you came from, where you drew some of the most wonderful genes, where you learned to live in multiculturalism, multiethics.

When you travel somewhere on vacation, and then when you come back, you feel somehow different when you cross the border and say "this is mine". You don't even know why, but that certain feeling that fills you is that only what is called your homeland can cause a unique feeling, a feeling of pride, a feeling that you belong and that something belongs to you. Bosnia and Herzegovina is a small country, we are not even aware of how much potential and natural beauty there is, that one can simply get lost in everything that can be seen within 20 kilometers.

Bosnia and Herzegovina, mouth full. Bosnia is my mother and I am a Bosnian strain. Wherever we are, when we speak, our speech, our language, our spirituality that arises and knows everything. Through our speech, our customs, our culture and our love for the country are felt. Bosnia is like one big table and I say bujrum to everyone, both kings and beggars, at this table of mine. They say that we are all the same before God. He sees whether we are equally pure in soul. Children love their homeland.