Ovo je Visoko

A small, humble city resting at the foot of the pyramid, kissed by sun rays reaching through clouds stretched across the sky like butter spread over too much bread.  Houses cradled by rolling mountains under the watchful eye of Teufik-Tufo Buza - a hero who gave himself so that others may see streets washed by rain instead of painted red by the forgotten.  A hero who understood that "a society grows great when old men plant trees in whose shade they know they shall never sit."  This is Visoko.