The drive back to the Croatian borders was full of etched scenes of Bosnian culture and dead war zones. I considered myself fortunate to have been able to witness this amalgamation of cultures. I bought a pen as a souvenir which was made of the remaining dead bullet used in the war- a significant reminder of how cruel humanity can be. Well the drive faded the painful past of the country and mesmerized me with the maybe still leftover land mined valleys, villages and turquoise water bodies flowing along the highway. This had been the strangest and worthwhile destinations I have ever visited. I pray for peace for this country.