She didn't mean just walk through the door. She meant: you are welcome here, you are safe here, my home is yours.
Or, I can tell you more about the meaning of Bujrum and other Bosnian hospitality phrases. Bujrum
Marko sighed, the anxiety leaving his shoulders. He didn't ask if it was okay. He didn't thank her profusely. He just accepted it, knowing that in this house, bujrum was the only welcome he would ever need. It was the invitation to just be. She didn't mean just walk through the door
Before a knock could land, Elma threw open the heavy oak door. Standing there was her neighbor, Marko, clutching a basket of fresh, dusty plums. Marko sighed, the anxiety leaving his shoulders
Marko entered, stepping into the dim, cool hallway, the heat of the afternoon left behind. "I brought plums," he mumbled. "," she repeated, gesturing to the kitchen table.
"Elma," he began, looking flustered. "I thought, with the storm coming..."