DUBROVNIK, CROATIA
Dober Dan... Salut... Guten Tag... Ni hao...
i find myself mixing up these silly languages more and more; changing from one to another feels like rubber, stretching your minds crevices and when it snaps! ahhh... you run with it.
I am in Dubrovnik, a thousand year old town in southern Croatia, where the city walls still stand and the stone floors are worn smooth from the endless shuffling feet. It juts out into the Adriatic Sea, on clear days you can evidently see the faint outline of Italy. I am staying with an old lady (a friend of Paul Banicevic¨s uncle) for at least another week, at which time my finances will have dwindled to dangerous levels. The options are clear: make some bucks quickly, or hire myself out to a yatch, and scrub floors for rich vacationers cruising around the Mediterranean. huummmm....
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