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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.