6 countries, 13 days, 77 hours of bus.
Highlights: the Bosnian folk music on the Vienna-Mostar night bus, honey hearts, bombed buildings in Bosnia, the “fucking bridge” in Mostar, snow in Sarajevo, getting serenaded in a restaurant, the “very home made” bread, Ćevapčići, kiselo mlijeko, “do not seize the monuments”, Tito cafe, the stray dogs, spending three hours playing cards in a bar having ordered only one coffee and two beers, “I can totally handle this in local language”, waiting in Lukavica bus station, a lot of “Kukavica”, deciphering cyrillic, bombed buildings at 5 AM, “Oh, I thought hvala was only for Bosnia”, guns, big guns and tanks, turkish coffee, the horse, the ethnographic museum in Belgrade, the old men playing chess in Kalmegdan park, “I swear the guide says “stop reading this guide”“, crepes nutella+plazma, theories on ugly people, rakija, struggling with a Serbian burger, more rakija, taxis, meeting friends, electoral posters, the godforsaken villages in southern Serbia, the demonstrations at the Kosovo border, the old ladies cursing because of the delay, coffee and chocolate cake in Pristina, the bazar and the pro-Kosovo rings, “I’m in a State, motherfucker don’t you ever forget”, pork dinner in the Serbian enclave, hoping you don’t get your kidneys stolen on the dodgy bus to Skopje, he statues in Skopje (I want the statue in my honor made there, they’ll definitely make it the right size), the new (unbeatable) level of kitsch of wedding dresses in Macedonia, the snowstorm on the way to Montenegro, blonde Montenegro border police: errare è umano, perseverare montenegrino, sea and snow, the seemingly ghost town of Budva, empty beaches, burek, the bay of Kotor, sunset in Dubrovnik, stray cats, the city walls, bread and spreadable cheese diet, more honey hearts, another sunset by the sea, having “I’m Italian, feel free to talk to me” written on your forehead, crossing the Schengen/not Schengen border by foot, Dubrovnik-Split-Zagreb-Vienna-Prague, 22 hours of bus out of 27.
Kukavica, Sky and Sand, Midnight City, Conversation 16, The River, Aspirina, Igra rokenrol cela Jugoslavija, Khorakané.
La storia è nella terra, non nei musei.
and we build up castles in the sky and in the sand I dont want to hold your hand, There is so much that i’ll forget. You’re saying that the victim doesn’t want it to end, design our own world ain’t nobody understand I get to dress up and play the assassin again I found myself alive in the palm of your hand Out of the night we come, and into the night we go as long as we are flyin’ this world ain’t got no end Cause they knew I didn’t mean it. I just wanted to hang on.
Baby you can open your eyes now
I wanna believe in everything you believe
The Sky uber Praha - back home.
2011. Beautiful, dirty, rich.
Clint Eastwood, Serbia, Praha, The Grapes of Wrath, run bitch run, Underground, coyote.
Non sono una signora Votka i Dzin I just had sex Les jaloux saboteurs Sky and Sand Here’s looking at you kid Conversation 16 Igra rokenrol cela Jugoslavia All my friends Juke Box Blues Bring it On Il Diluvio Dancing on my own Down in Mexico Lastochka Paradise Circus Damaris Mesecina Prove it all night Darkness on the edge of town On the Corner Don’t call Cocaine Blues The Edge of Glory Little Red Corvette Let England Shake Not in Love Right Back to You Lucky Now Heartbeat Vessel WARP 1.9 Tonight we ride Harmonica Common People I don’t want to get over you This must be the place Kukavica Il mio giorno migliore Dlouha Noc Enter the Ninja Oh my sweet Carolina Lotus Flower (Jacques Green rmx) Higway 29 In My secret Life Quando tornerai dall’estero Gay Bar The Mermaid Parade Disintegration Chatroulette Skinny Love
Racing in the street
Deathless Winter | David LaChapelle
(Earth laughs in flowers)
Lee’s hand shook as he filled the delicate cups. He drank his down in one gulp. “Don’t you see?” he cried. “The American Standard translation orders men to triumph over sin, and you can call sin ignorance. The King James translation makes a promise in ‘Thou shalt,’ meaning that men will surely triumph over sin. But the Hebrew word, the word timshel—‘Thou mayest’— that gives a choice. It might be the most important word in the world. That says the way is open. That throws it right back on a man. For if ‘Thou mayest’—it is also true that ‘Thou mayest not.’ Don’t you see?” “Yes, I see. I do see. But you do not believe this is divine law. Why do you feel its importance?” “Ah!” said Lee. “I’ve wanted to tell you this for a long time. I even anticipated your questions and I am well prepared. Any writing which has influenced the thinking and the lives of innumerable people is important. Now, there are many millions in their sects and churches who feel the order, ‘Do thou,’ and throw their weight into obedience. And there are millions more who feel predestination in ‘Thou shalt.’ Nothing they may do can interfere with what will be. But ‘Thou mayest’! Why, that makes a man great, that gives him stature with the gods, for in his weakness and his filth and his murder of his brother he has still the great choice. He can choose his course and fight it through and win.”
Play me
Save me
Either way I’ll be your baby
‘Cause you don’t have to tell me so
For me to know
That you don’t love me anymore
Some things never change. And sometimes it’s a good thing. I never thought I’d come this far up north. And drink tea at 6 AM feeling in Maret.
Sequel in Prague. Just with extra sleep involved.
