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EDITOR’S MESSAGE

Spirit of Bosnia has been publishing quarterly online since 2006. Each issue disseminates scholarly research and writing on the history, politics, and literature of Bosnia-Herzegovina in order to honor and preserve the long-standing traditions of social and civil order that created Bosnia’s heritage. The journal publishes works of fiction and non-fiction reflective of this mission. According to Google Analytics, the journal receives  []

ARCHIVE OF ANTIFASCIST STRUGGLE OF WOMEN OF BOSNIA AND HERZEGOVINA AND YUGOSLAVIA 

Here are the testimonies of women’s mass struggle, the testimonies of a generation for which there was no dilemma. The revolution has its songs, its flag, and its blood. “All for the front.” “Woman Today”, number 275 Our task is to preserve and make known historical evidence about the work and activities of the Antifascist  Front of Women of Bosnia  []

“ROSES ARE RED, VIOLETS ARE BLUE, ME LUVLY TEACHER, I BELIEVE IN YOU” — THE ROLE AND THE POSITION OF THE PEOPLE’S (PROGRESSIVE) TEACHER IN THE CRUCIAL YEARS FOR THE CONSTRUCTION OF A NEW SOCIALIST SOCIETY IN BOSNIA AND HERZEGOVINA

From THE LOST REVOLUTION – WOMEN’S ANTIFASCIST FRONT BETWEEN MYTH AND FORGETTING, edited by: Andreja Dugandžić and Tijana Okić   Introduction Early debates on the invisibility of women in Yugoslav history were initiated as late as the mid-1980s, and the greatest contribution to the promotion and strengthening of feminist historical research of autonomous women’s organisations and associations was made by  []

THE SACRIFICIAL OFFERING

“Mum, Bela says she is going to send some money for Eid. Dragan gave it her specially to send to you.” “Tell her I don’t give a shit about his money. I’m supposed to use Serb money to sacrifice a ram, now, am I? Not a chance. Not if it means never being able to sacrifice again. Tell her he  []

A LEXICON OF GREAT HISTORICAL MOMENTS

I came to live with Dunja, my uncle’s daughter, when I was six years old, after my mum died.  When my stepfather’s new wife and her son wanted to send me to an orphanage a month after mum’s death, I ran away from home. On the bottom of the base of the telephone, my neighbour found Dunja’s father’s number which  []

Partizanke: Their dangerous legacy in the post-Yugoslav space

  The contribution of partizanke, or female partisan fighters, to the Yugoslav liberation war was unprecedented in occupied Europe: official statistics of the socialist period report 100,000 women fighting as partisans, and two million participating in various ways to the support of the National Liberation Movement. Approximately 25,000 women died in battle, 40,000 were wounded, and 2,000 of them acquired  []

The White Mouse Grants Luck

First publication Why does the white mouse grant luck? I have found out. And I’ll tell you. When you are born, life deals you a hand. Better or worse. You are born a healthy or sick baby, small or large, rich or poor, white or a bit darker. That’s how it works. If your parents are wealthy or at least  []

Triumph of imagination

We come from a land of misfortune where literature, art and music are not needed Apart from woeful folk poetry, now and then a verse like an anemic decoration for national tyrants So our poems do not have the expected charm nor attractiveness, nor spleen. Not even the sound of melancholy from the rain drumming on the roof We have  []

W. A. Mozart, Mass in D Minor

The planet that has lost its soul and mind Writes about its end, which is to be On December 21, 2012. But that, unfortunately, will not happen. Yet still, this world must end sometime When all people will disappear in fire or ice, All living things, animals and plants And there won’t be any Noah’s Ark. All books will turn  []

Never say

Never say things can’t be worse They can Never say things were never worse They were If people didn’t reach the peak of the hill they touched the bottom of the abyss Where what has befallen you is a bagatelle Chocolate calls for raspberries pick them The homeland calls for sons bear them Your lover longs for shackles forge them  []

Heading for a heart attack

Health-giving sounds of wind and waves with a lovely view of Lake Ontario and the nuclear plant in Oswego. In the distance it looks like a steamboat that leaves behind its smoke signals that imperceptibly merge into the herd of clouds. I lie motionless, highly productive. Excellent working conditions in deep shade; beneath the spreading branches of a maple, I  []

As God

“Nowhere else than in America do they pay so well for reading poems.” wrote Miłosz in his poem “Texas.” The next line, “Next to my signature I put the date 2000.” scarcely seems needed since the first one sounds so timeless. Yet my modest experience doesn’t fit that, and I’m unsure what “the Poor B.B.” would have said, while the  []

View from my childhood room

Everything is just like this photograph — cloudy. Fogs are frequent here, pictures fogged up. Before my impressions take shape, and words fit together, the fog lifts and broadens my horizons. Everything is just like this photograph, only one doesn’t hear the flapping of wings of the flock that flies away past the lens. But the sound has slipped under  []

Submitted to the House Foreign Affairs Committee (the “Committee”)

December 5, 2025 Submitted to the House Foreign Affairs Committee (the “Committee”) Chairman, Ranking Member, and Members of the Committee: Thank you for the opportunity to submit this statement for the record in response to several points raised during the Committee’s December 2, 2025 Western Balkans Hearing (the “Hearing”), particularly those presented by Mr. Max Primorac. While we appreciate the  []

Nosferatu in Sarajevo. Searching for Vampires during the Siege in Karim Zaimović’s Short Story “Čudo neviđeno”

Among contemporary Bosnian writers whose biography and literary work had been indelibly marked by the 1992-1995 war of independence, Sarajevo-born author Karim Zaimović (1971-1995) is without any doubt one of the most representative, considering his tragic fate and the peculiarities of his narrative production. The son of famed painter Muhamed (1938-2011) Karim was among Sarajevo’s leading young intellectuals during the  []

Grandma Maja

My little boy Mile was thirteen, Đuro fourteen, Anka twelve, Boško eight, Uroš nine, Dragutin three, and Milutin barely one, when the house burned. Later Mile and Đuro did not come back. Neither did their father, my man, come back from that village of Jasen by the Sava. I immediately recognised the voice of this one. Instantly, although it was  []

“Silent Gunpowder” – Angelo, Anđelo

Father would often take me to the movies. He enjoyed watching films, so he used to take me with him. Only in college did I realize that I was different, that I was of the Yugoslav origin. Of the Yugoslav or Serbo-Croatian origin – something like that. Bota, my father, took great pride in it. Since my childhood days, he  []

An Appeal for Justice on the Occasion of the Commemoration of the Srebrenica Genocide, 1995-2025: The Urgent Need to Support the Right to Memorialization and to Prevent the Glorification of War Criminals

As we commemorate the 30th anniversary of the Srebrenica genocide it is important to reflect on the crucial support that the UN General Assembly’s Resolution designating July 11 as an “International Day of Reflection and Commemoration of the 1995 Genocide in Srebrenica” provides for the Mothers of Srebrenica and other Srebrenica survivors.  This historic UN Resolution, which was adopted due  []

Tuzla of My Youth – The Miraculous World of Old Tuzla

Unique and unparalleled, diversified and unusual, the world of old Tuzla was certainly the result of the historical context that generated it, during the succession of different empires. The common Old Slavic descent of the original state of Bosnia was followed by the specific circumstances in the Turkish Empire and the spread of Islam, which left a special mark on  []

The day the monastery at Plehan moved up to the heavens

The day was mild say eyewitnesses when a white cloud rose toward the sky First all the Stations of the Cross unwillingly soared up toward the heavens With Jesus in the rear as usual bearing his own cross Our Lady of the Seven Sorrows covered her eyes With a lily in his teeth Saint Anthony looked for the forgotten young  []