Status Updates From The Bridge on the Drina (Bo...

There’s something so small and sad about the passage of time, and how the details that feel so important in one’s life really mean nothing in the wider timeline

So, on the kapia, between the skies, the river and the hills, generation after generation learnt not to mourn overmuch what the troubled waters had borne away. They entered there into the unconcious philosophy of the town; that life was an incomprehensible marvel, since it was incessantly wasted and spent, yet none the less it lasted and endured ”like the bridge on the Drina”. (p. 90)

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