This is my adventure the one I experienced in Croatia, one week, from july the 24th till august the 2nd, one week, all sorts of events, good and bad, i thank all the people either ways...and to all of you out there, well i hope ya get to read this as some pages I wrote during livin' the whole thing, obviously this is... part of my life.

You may want to know more or ask me things, in that case I'd be happy to answer you back, basically there are no hidden parts of the truth and this is MY-PERSONAL- experience, some people could feel offended by its content, in that case, it's not my fault or otherwise we c'n talk about flowers and birds next time....

This is a sort of diary...

I left Italy july the 24th, sailed from Ancona, after visiting my good friends from Senigallia, I left at 9 pm got there early in the morning at 7, i left w/ sum thoughts on my mind, needless to say i left loaded on beer...

7/ 25
I still remember this day. I got off at the harbour, went thru the station at 7 am. As I got there it was as my brother descibed the scene. old guys asking "do you need accomodation?" the serbian girl, can't remember her name, the one i met on the ferry was kind and helped n getting a translation/explanation and i was there to pick the best offer. I met a guy from Chile, Rodrigo, he wasn't plannin to stay but somehow this lady really insisted, we resisetd and from 250 'kuna' we got a 100 kuna price apartment room. after that 2 German guys (boy & girl) came along so it was the 4 of us.

The house was perfect. So clean, such a wonderful view. We (me and my buddy) went to eat this restaurant-the Fife-crazy meal, we ate likr roman emperors, we ate like latin people.

After this we went to the beach, a normal, common beach, nothing particular.

Night we went dancin' at this place where it wsas like 20 guys dancin' all around one chick and the girls, needless to say were dressed like whores.

7/26
this night we went to this crazy place, bacvice area, same place as last night, we went all 4 (Germans too) all I coyuld remember was me & Rodrigo dancin' and it took us like almost all night, such fun, especially remeber dancin' something like 1hr nonstop, no bullshit never ever slowin' down and all the rest dancin' with no style and eyes all upon us. Cos we were crazy, we were in the mood, we had it in the blood.

A lady, about 40, came around, wanted to dance w/ me stayed there cupl o'minutes then went, sent me a kiss then left, fun! (that's R'N R!)
All i remember i was a slave to the rhythm.

Today, this evening, it was the day of the rip off at t he restaurant we went yesterday but don't wanna talk about that.

7/27
So, our last day in split. Germans left too. We went to the beach (Rodrigo and me). this beach was perfect. Better than the other one. Place called Bene, which means good in Italian. we met Ana & Ana and we had lot o'fun. (And they were hot!) But we are friends, not 'friends'.
we laughed a lot, still remember.

After all this we took a shower, left. in the evening our ferry sailed away. We played some stupid jokes in the ferry, on the<deck where we were, I have a picutre or two about that moment.
I really laughed my ass off w/ Rodrigo that night.

7/28
this morning we got to Rijeka, where theres absolutely nuthing to see. Nothing! I mean nothing. when u arrive, you get off the ship, take a look at the harbour, which is of course not even a pleasant view and then you're done, cos there's nothing else there.

But of course I got there to follow my mate and for his departure. we went for breakfast then headed to the bus station. I was going to Pula (Pola back in the old days when that was Italian territory) while my friend was going to the highway, hitchhiking his way back to get to Ljubliana, Slovenia from where he would've got to catch a ferry 4 Poland (and then Sweden, back home).

Alone, I wasn't that happy cos I missed the company and all the benefits I got from it, alone, I was happy on the other hand cos it was my plan from the very beginning, I had to find my own way. (I might be a lil' a contraddiction if I say so but that's me).
Even though you got ytour own schedule and don' t have to plan things outt toghether w/ someone else it's the toughest.

i went there but always feeling as a foreigner, i really didn't want to feel that way cuz wehn I travel i hate to act as a tourist I rather wanna feel like part of the culture/people of where i am. in this case I was always feeling like a social misfit 4 some strange reason (some strange reason not so strange at all, just stoopid in the end).

7/29
Yesterday, friday, after the Pula beach i just went straight to Zagreb (Capitol) and found a cheap hostel, the guys o'er there were good. I met these people I shared the room with, boys from Canada and England. We hung out last night, went to the casino. (Im not an addicted, actually was the first time i went to).

Today I spent all the fuckin' day walking.
Morning i went to town, do some pics (not that much to see, but now seems like I'm complaining and I don't want to).

I got back and one of the guys from Canada didn't go with the others. actually he was on his own while the other three (2 UK, 1 CAN) were travelling toghether.
So afternoon we deciced to go the lake; we almost got there when it started raining, thunder and lightning, almost hailed. we were soaked, barely got shelter ended up going back to the hostel.
But when I think back on it I don't think of this as something bad, I remember positive aspects of it, this guy was damn cool and hope to keep in touch w/ him and this whole afternnoon/evening has been an experience.

Good or bad i pack it up and take it with me.

7/30
I left early this morning w/ my friend Grant, the one from Vancouver and thanx to him and his ISIC card (Im not a student any longer) I got a special discount on my train ticket (cuz im Italian). At the station we took separated ways, it was really fun stayin' w/ him.

My feeling travelling with me all the Way back to Split was kinda like a candle held with a flame burning through the dark. hope. My hope was for a positive condition. thinking to myself i wanna be good at least in this city cos when i firsdt got here it was quite good to me... Actually when i got there it sort of eased my mind a little bit but not that much; maybe I was asking too much. I always had some worries following right beside me I could nt really get rid of.

Only the sound of the Spanish guys talking could, in that case, really make me feel at home more than the Italian (cos those sounded more like tourist kids..); so when I heard I always went for, stopped them and started a lil' conversation with 'em, half Spanish, half Italian but of course its almost the same language already, so ya don't ,mind that, lol!

i still thank those folkes 4 saving me from getting buried by another language/culture, the croatian/slavian which i dont belong to.

Sunday evening i decided to go to the theatre to meet one of my (only) friends, Ana, ballerina, who works there. I went and of course no one was there, no one ever heard of her. it was really as if someone was telling me "you shouldn't stay, not even one more day".

I went from the Diocletian palace to the Croatian National theatrre I asked about this girl and they said she was not there, I left, two steps out the door, she came running after me and invited me in; it was one ray of light, but i didnt see quite few in my whole trip.

After show, buffet and thinking of making it my last night.

7/31
No, Im sorry I couldn't make it one more day. I would have loved to see these fun guys, (they were about to come visit in Split...) Andy, Al and the other canadian (can't remember his name, had like a jewish name). but I really didn't make it. I had to get back.

So i slept in the park, morning sun came (but I seemed to see none), packed my shit, moved along.
Seems to be i saw too many things goin' the wrong way, i tried to put up w/ all those, i tried to be strong hell, always something in my voice you could tell i was in the wrong place. Nothing's puttin' a smile on my face.

Its always been like that 4 me: when it's all wrong I try to face the fact they're not wrong, they can't be, problem's w/ me.
I went to the beach, stayed there for hours, thesame place where i used to stay 4 days ago with my friend and all I could remember were beautiful chicks (and especially young people) now all i could see was old and all the time complaining people. Always, always talking the fuckin' language I almost felt as if I should've gone right up to 'em to say: "Stop, stop it please, I can't take it no more, please try to talk Italian or English or something...I am begging you.."

I had a hunch or something, a weird feeling in the middle of my chest i had to leave this land; people's so unpolite, i feel the threat sometimes, they look at me in the eyes, I feel that this coyuld be a jungle.

If there wasn't anyone around I would be scared of what could happen to my ass.

Something mad in their eyes, something crazy you could really define, something creepy.
And to look at them and see all their patriotism, their nationalism...I mean at the corner of the streets you could see people sellin' those tshirts, caps, flags, even towells lol!
we have them too in Italy, but of course not that much and plus those kinda things are for the tourist, lol!

I don't mean a lot, i mean at least a lil', you are disturbed...those guys must be fuckin' insane...