I cycled on a border that divides Bosnia and Herzegovina from within. That border called also Dayton border (where peace accord happened) is dividing BiH into two ethnical identities, The Serb Republic and Federal Republic. I was talking to people seeing how this border within the country and this mortgage of war is reflecting on their everyday life. I was cycling alone, sleeping in a tent and local accommodation. I heard a lot of sad stories, but I also saw many sparks in people’s eyes.
