Dandelions European tor 2006

The great adventures of a documentary film crew on a Eurotrip.

Monday, October 02, 2006

The Parisian Inferno


It seems like a distant nightmare. It’s actually too much to write to fit in one update, so you’ll just have to call and ask me for the full version. But Paris was hard at first, and some of the first places we got familiar with: Boulevard De La Chapelle, Friends Hostel, Charles De Gaulle Airport and the big roundabout at the Obelisk will hount me in my dreams forever.
And we’ll not even TALK about the Parisian traffic. Although meating Laundrie, Francois, Jeremiah and seeing the Eiffel Tower by night made it all worth it. I’m definitely going back. I still haven’t seen the Notre Dame

Bosno Moja!


I don’t have to tell you much abut how driving sucks. Me and Ida have been sharing that tedious choir far too much the last couple of days. When I come home I won’t be doing ANY driving for about a month!
On the other hand, I WILL tell you how much I love Bosnia, Bosnian hiphop, Bosnian
People and cevapcici!
- A WHOLE FUCKIN LOT!
Honestly, there’s no other place in the world you’ll get people to spontaneously help you like this. No matter be it changing tires, directions, or just walking an old lady across the street.
There’s no other place you get cevapcici like the ones at Zeljo in Sarajevo, be it with kajmak or just onions.
There’s no other place in the world you get artists like Edo Maajka and Frenkie that are living proof that hiphop equal’s universal love. That hiphop breaks boundaries between creeds and nations that have been in bloody war a little more that a decade ago.
We got to meet Frenkie in his home town of Tuzla, he showed us around town and gave a great interview. We talked about the situation in Bosnia, and he wasn’t all peaches about it, but that doesn’t need to be mentioned twice.
The same night we took off for Sarajevo, spent the night there. I went off to meet my brother, while the rest of the crew took the night of at Vedran’s cousin Timur’s place. I didn’t meet up with the rest of the crew until next afternoon, and we did some filming close to my old neighbourhood.
Two days later we were in Maribor, Slovenia, filming with Edo Maajka and Frenkie. The turnout at the concert wasn’t as we expected, but you can’t keep someone like Edo from killing ANY function. I don’t think I’ve seen so much charisma in my life, and I understood why Edo is the rap king of the Balkans.
The day after we took off for Tuzla after spending the night in Plitvice. Close to the Croatian – Bosnian border we got a flat tire, and the crew almost decapitated me for not stopping when the told me to stop. But luckily we were in a village, and there we could get it repaired quickly enough, before heads started rolling. The same night Frenkie and Defence had a show in a Tuzlan club, but I couldn’t stay the night, since the AC in the car has given me a terrible cold.
That didn’t stop the rest of the crew, especially Ida, and today four hung over and one cold crew member headed back to Jajce and Hotel Stari Grad for an update of the game plan and new adventures. But first a day of rest, and lots and lots of cevapcici.

The First shall be Last

Some time ago a good friend of mine sent me an sms that read ”Update your blog, sucka”. Honestly speaking, I’ve lost track of time. Every day is a new place, a new hotel, new faces, new languages. This movie life is hard, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Since I’ve haven’t been updating regularly since The Neatherlnds, I’ll take this update in reversed chronology, starting from where we are and reversing to the Parisian Inferno, which happen to be some of the craziest days of my life.
Now, for some seriousness, that probably has noting to do with the movie.
Today is Election Day in Bosnia & Herzegovina. The Nationalist parties seem to be on the verge of a new victory, and truthfully speaking, I fuckin’ hate that shit. Bosnia has been through war, just to be put back 500 years, and kept there by the same corrupt thieves for the last 15 years. It breaks my heart to see my home country swimming backwards in an endless pool of shit, while I hear the collective roars of nationalist hardheads from a nearby café during the presentation of the election results.
All of you that are reading this, please check out the Bosnian political movement Dosta at www.dosta.ba. Buy their merchandise, and support them in any way you can, you sure will be doing a good deed for Bosnian youth. Especially check out the album/mixtape “Dosta” by Frankie and King Mire that I think is sold via the website. 12 track of hardcore Bosnian hiphop that’ll blow your mind, for a reasonable price AND a great cause!