All in Travel

While we were walking around I sensed something that I typically do not sense with other museums. This museum, with its gravel road, its old engines sitting in front of it as if frozen in time, its small exhibit in the center of the old waiting room and typewriters and telegraph machines, had a sense of belonging to a family.

Bosnian in Taiwan

My sleepy eyes and my tussled hair might have been why the attendant looks at me suspiciously and why she pulls out a loop to closely examine my passport. After about five minutes and the second attendant who comes over to help with the examination of this strange passport I ask, “ Do you get many Bosnian visitors?” The attendant looks at me and laughing says, “No, we don’t get any Bosnian visitors.”