Svrzo’s House is an old house built when the Ottoman Empire ruled the area in the 18th century. Today, it’s a museum.
The house is extremely well preserved, which is noteworthy, because it is completely built out of wood and survived the shelling during the war in the ’90s.
If you close your eyes, you can hear voices and feel the presence of a happy family living there in this amazing villa. It’s like the whole world and all you need is just inside those gates.
Ever since I entered its garden as a child, my soul recognized its home. The address is even on my life path number 8 and I am pretty convinced that my soul lives there. It’s just beyond perfect.
Wearing traditional clothes here makes me a participant in a time that I long for. A time in which (Bosnian) women were the embodiment of the most beautiful features; a time in which their personality aroused astonishment, their chastity was a virtue, their daring was a reflection of their courage, their shame a reflection of their purity, inside, their pride was a reflection of their way of life, their principles were a rule for everyday life, their behavior provoked admiration, their gentleness provoked jealousy and their level of spirituality presented a role model. A time when true love was defended by life itself and marriage was a path to Eterinty.
When in Sarajevo, you just have to feel this house and let its spirit overwhelm you.