During Ramadan in Bosnia and Herzegovina, long lines form outside bakeries hours before sunset for somun, a fresh flatbread scattered with black seed. Crisp outside and soft within, it accompanies dishes such as topa at iftar.
The scene resembles Turkey's pide queues, but the order here is tied to a bread embedded in Bosnian urban Ramadan. As sunset approaches, warmth becomes a perishable value: arriving too early means cold bread, while arriving too late risks missing the meal's appointed moment.