My 'Hood

I saw this site one day on my way home from work (I work late) and knew that I had to take a picture of it, I think for the same reason that there were so many pictures of flowers in The Thin Red Line. At any rate, we haven't had that many nice sunsets recently, as the weather has been terribly dour.
No, I guess it isn't, this is for my brother Kevin.
These are some battered apartments. The river in front of them is the Vrbas, and I am standing near the elementary school. I don't think you can gather from these photos just how many holes there are in these buildings. Nevertheless, families live here, i don't think you can understand the resilience of people here, especially the old women. I think there's a feeling in the West that communist buildings are just morter put together to please Party bosses and to hide the proletariat. Whatever the case, these buildings are strong enough to survive a war. They seem like the kind of buildings that are always crumbling yet are never destroyed. On Wednesdays the market starts a little behind these buildings and followes the river around them. On every other day, they look like this.