1990: mission beyond the fallen Iron Curtain. Hungary travel report
In 1990, 'Europe was changing, even in part was already changed. The Berlin Wall had fallen el 'Europe' s east was slowly opening up to 'the West. Before it was too late I had to go in person beyond "Iron Curtain". Before that trip I spent a few years to address the security of the homeland, and had made several visits at the expense of the state in the north east (Veneto and Friuli). We were ready to repel an 'invasion of Russia and its allies that naturally there' was. Basically we spent the time to brush our 155-23, smoke pipes and drink liquor.
I went to one and all 'era did not have a great travel experience, so I joined a coach tour which included the following itinerary: Brescia - Ljubljana - Budapest - Vienna - Klagenfurt - Brescia. Provided that the bus trip was a big pain in the ass (and in fact it was so) and the fact that the 'agency had said that travelers were mostly retired, my concern was that sat beside me and a few old asshole who wanted to tell the story of his life, children, grandchildren, the neighbors, etc.. I was then in possession by buying a Walkman, that all 'age was obviously a cassette, since the mp3 had not yet been invented. I made the whole journey surrounded by Bon Jovi, Tesla, Europe, and the like for fear that someone attacked button.
We start from Brescia in the morning and at a time of Padua I could not have more. I had been in Paris Pullman, but balls ... I'd put some things in mind to see beyond "the veil" since before he left I had made a feast of filmacci espionage type 60 and 70 years Harry Palmer and James Bond . It was just at the border of Fernetti and I was hoping not to be disappointed. We were close to the moment of truth ... Shortly after Trieste 's Fernetti, where you log on to Slovenia (but all' era was still Yugoslavia, and it took my passport!). We spend 2 seconds to Italian control and stop the Yugoslav side. I was trembling, I crossed my fingers, I looked through the windows but saw nothing. L 'driver opened the door of' bus and made up the 2 agents. The first stamp in his hand, damn, too bad, I thought. Salt the second agent, and, damn it! 'T he! He had an AK-47 over his shoulder! Aargh! I sgodazzavo and grunting like an actor in porn films. I was really satisfied! I knew well, at least in theory, the Kalashnikov (because to fight the enemy you first meet him), and the worrying thing was that I held the switch to "secure" but on "single shot". I do not know if he even shot in the barrel but anyway ... But at least it was not a fanatic fanatics who held the switch to "burst" as is, in my time, I was. I always kept my FAL selector to "A". Fuck, I knew that at least 18 of the 20 twenty blows were wasted, but the music (because of music that is) of a burst of 7.62 has the power to fill with blood the corpora cavernosa of the penis. I translate for those without advanced medical knowledge: makes you come hard. Not that I consider my gun as an extension of 'bird, no, my rifle was my bird. Period.
We go on to Ljubljana and did not notice much difference, except of course the car: a flood of fiat-like manufactured somewhere in all 'East. Otherwise everything's quite normal. We arrived in Ljubljana, where he had planned the first night. The periphery was like that of any city c 'were also car dealer west and the thing I was very disappointed. In addition to around 124 fake c 'were also of Golf. Patience. L 'hotel was a great big building and the rooms were big and as I expected, ie with furnishings 60s. The shower was fun, I am not a giant but Doccino coming out of the wall was set at no more than 1 feet from the floor, then you have to wash their knees. A shower for elves.
Dinner was provided in the restaurant 's hotel where I ate really badly. I was sitting at the table alone and I thought of my cock when it gets a girlfriend, who was part of the party but I had not noticed (and I think ...) and I asked if he could sit. Ok, I do. It was not much, that was not physically hurt, but it was the classic chick from paper bag on his head. Had 4 or 5 years older than me and was traveling alone. Shit, this sticks to me, I thought.
We had dinner together and then I was pondering what to do. Exploit the 'opportunity or let it go? If it had been someone like Paola Barale (for which all 'time I would go crazy) I would not have had doubts, but this, in short ... I propose to take a stroll downtown. It 'been a good idea because the city has been really nice. The central area was filled with people and full of local people. I had made a 'completely wrong idea of' Europe 's East. Perhaps we are still too close to 'Italy, I thought. Now I do not know how it is, but 17 years ago the prices were ridiculous. We drank in a bar to 'open by spending very little. Meanwhile, I kept thinking to myself I do or not? I was not very hot, because basically she was a toilet. All 'time I was free and living adventures of a maximum of 1 week, then one more, one less would not have made any difference. Return to the hotel, and arrived in front of her room she did: "Well ... goodnight .... But who cares, I thought. I asked, "have a drink in my room?" "Okay," she said, which obviously has not grasped the double meaning. I have done my duty. Fuck.
When I got up the next morning I was hoping that the matter had ended there, in the sense that I wanted to continue the journey thinking about my cock, watching the scenery and listening to hard rock. I find myself at breakfast and said: "So?" "So what?" I said. "I refer to us" What the fuck was wearing on his head? "No, look, there is no us ..." "But how? After last night? "" Yes, look, it's better that way. But if you want to stay friends ... "He sent me fuck off! Well, if nothing else, I got rid of.
Let Ljubljana and cross the virtual border with Croatia. The scenery was beautiful. We crossed valleys, agricultural areas, villages. Unfortunately c 'were a lot of tractors: I was hoping to see plows pulled by oxen, but none of this. Once again the 'idea that I had made the' est was completely wrong. However the view from Zagreb to the border with Hungary 'was really very nice. Cross the border without a hitch. I hoped that dragged me into a closet, I would owe a lamp in his face and accused me of spying. But I said I would only name, rank and serial number ... L 'agent on duty (I have not seen what he had in the holster but I was hoping it was a Makarov) has stamped our passports without even looking at them. Strange not having to fill out a form in triplicate. Harry Palmer 's they would fill.
Immediately after the Hungarian border, towards the lake Balaton in a small village we stop for lunch. Things here were a bit 'different. Not even a 'drive west, and despite the country was in perfect order as there is an air of comfort. For example, people were dressed normally, but with non-branded clothes, the cars were very scarce and the shops were fairly simple. C ', however, was surprisingly a shop of musical instruments with an electric guitar in the window. It was a cheap copy of a Fender Start. In our party c 'was a ... Continue on the site www.viaggimiei.net