Backpacking experience in Serbia.. Trip to Belgrade and Šid
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10. 08. 2008 Belgrade (Serbia)
The night train is spent much better than expected pampered by our controller Zoran factotum.
We divide the bunk with a couple of Japanese in Osaka, a bit senile, classic guys when we talk you always seem to not have the slightest idea where they are ...
Even when the controller by mistake, kidnaps them Eurail ticket, mouth open, looking stunned, instead of arguing back and get that ticket, I kept saying: "Unbelievable." In the end, we have solved our problem ...
We wake up to Sid-??, Border between Croatia and Serbia.
People are starting to change the landscape as well, through small small stations from the bars bent in two while the kids wash the windshields of cars in a row ...
The old ladies with wrinkles carved faces, who knows how many have passed, sitting quiet, with tissues surrounding the white hair, crochet.
[Rossho]: And tomorrow we go to Bosnia ... Today was a busy day full ... We reviewed that Marija has asked us to find a job as a caregiver in Italy ... Absurd ... What life can be unfair ... We recommended and precocious girls without life experiences are the judges ... and here we have heard these requests from people so special ... Absurd ...
How much changed since the last time Belgrade ... Improved, Westernized, modernized, globalized ... Walk on the beautiful main street and you're surrounded by shops like: Zara, Terranova, Nike ... But because a nation can not have their own identity, their own egos and there is always this constant race to try to be all equal as to validate the old saying: "Every country has the world!"
11. 08. 2008 Sarajevo (Bosnia-Herzegovina)
I write from a rickety bus in Bosnia. Yes, we travel to Sarajevo, this city that for so long we heard the news, the star of an endless war.
We are going there, and for a soldier like me is very exciting, especially because Bosnia is still an area where our contingent work!
While coasting down the road from the airport I saw a plane take off and I thought to myself: "This between a 'and a half hour or will already be in Italy!" We from the border we have spent more than fifteen!
I love traveling like that, discover every spot from the bottom, certainly harder and harder for our bodies but more precious to our souls ...
We are moving as you move them, they eat the same things, this is the place you live your host!
This bus reminds me so much taken from Mexico to Belize, except for the music here is a sad litany Gypsy-Slavic people and have the perpetual smile of those blacks but haggard faces carved from suffering!
The controller, like many others, speaks in Serbian as if we understand each, I feel really believe they are still an empire, one for which Titus had worked so hard, but in the meantime, while Karadzic (dictator accused of many crimes against humanity) was arrested here and organize demonstrations and protests against this action.
An exhausting journey by bus, a few kilometers in almost 8 hours ... Every time the bus stopped, people loaded, unloaded more, check tires, stopped by the mechanic and then eating ...
Bosnia struck me so much. Do you expect to find ruins, buildings collapsed in the bombing and instead ... The landscape from Belgrade to here: a mixture of the Alps and Finland. Lots of green hills, trees, pastures with cows, sheep, flowers ... I was expecting a second Macedonia, indeed even worse and I stay open mouth once here ...
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