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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.