Gdje je Katedrala?

As we left the bus station, we made our way to the Katedrala, a meeting point agreed earlier with Sanadin, our contact in Sarajevo. I hardly knew him, all I could gather was that he had an Islamically-inclined facebook profile. Communications between us didn't go quite well either, despite him being a busy man, I sometimes found it hard to make sense his sentences. The last time he rang me was when we were in the bus, on our way to this historic city. I thought I heard him mention 'Katedrala' as our meeting point. I was surprisingly pretty sure of it, perhaps because we had no other options- we had no one else to rely on.

On route to this ambiguous Katedrala, which we assumed to mean Cathedral, we unavoidably had a few indecisive moments. At one point we stopped at a massive church, and I was pretty sure that it was our Katedrala, only to be told that it wasn't. At another, we almost lost hope when it was communicated to us that our destination was impossible to reach by walking. The tram was there for our use, but several circumstances made it less favourable. We were new to Sarajevo, and a little bit of a walk will hopefully unravel the town's culture, environ, arrangements and make up. We could have used the tram to reach there earlier, but we were not in any way in a hurry, and had plenty of time before our appointment with Sanadin. Besides, it needed a little extra of knowledge in Bosnian language to get the tram tickets- it was precisely this that I wasn't quite ready for. At such a crucial time, a quick glimpse of the city's map would have been useful, I quietly thought.

The decision was made- on foot we continued. We were put in one direction by some helpful Samaritans, and were fortunate enough that the long road had little divergences. After a while, where the road ended, we found ourselves in a big traffic junction, which needed a few 'reds' on the traffic lights to cross over to the other side. I was ready to admit to Nubli that we were in the constellation of being hungry, tired, and lost, when suddenly the figure of a dimly-lit mosque appeared in front of our eyes. All we needed to do was to cross to the other side, and there we will find respite.