Thursday, JULY 3

Thursday, July 3 (City Slavonski Brod - Maps)

Its alarm call me and I offer a good cup of coffee, her hair and eyes arruffati buttoned both, leading us to laugh at crepapelle.
The city tour is a must, but before, while she opened the shop, I take advantage, to prove that pink bed and sleep until noon.
I have no hunger and hangover the night before me not to approach any kind of food.
In little time I have seen is that the Fortress Museum, very interesting, I think it is time to remove the tents.
Pass by my friend to greet, say that the allotment to Zagreb, we affectionately salute, with the promise to end in a next visit, what we started.

54 km Nova Gradiska = 107 km arrival in Zagreb-Maps- (tot 161 km)
Zagreb Croatia's Capital = = 880,000 inhabitants

Arrived in the city, at a gas station, I recommend leaving the car in a garage, why visit Zagreb is almost impossible to do so by car,
I accept the advice and I was right to do so.
The city is a human the best of Europe, the center and in many parts of it is the pedestrian area, the tram works and details of where you are are well identifiable in posters, particularly at the public transport network .
I notice many signs of shops Made in Italy, the Italian...




presence in this city and significant.
The city offers a variety of architectural and artistic and tourist sites.
Be found: 21 museums, about thirty galleries, art collections, many monuments.
Arrival in a city that already the shadows of night fall on the horizon, I do not have the opportunity to request an accommodation, please contact an agency for tourism, both because I took the tram to go to the city center, because both offices are now closed.
Looking for a hotel to three stars, I find it close to the pedestrian area is a building in baroque style, very elegant and with a few rooms, the decor is in tune with his appearance.
A girl invites me to give you my data, write on a computer, the host professional, a reception worthy of a five star.
A waitress asks me to follow in order to deliver the room, climbing the stairs to the first floor, my eyes s'immobilizza long legs turned, held up by twelve-cm heels and covered only by a skirt svolazzante, tripping on a step, it time devoted to my turn, I apologize (but of what?), I call up with a shot from vent'enne, but my eyes do not leave the prey,
Dining is the only thing that interests me, I have a hunger for the wolf, are now at the end of travel, I leave groped by a restaurant scik in the center of the pedestrian zone is late, but after dinner I'll go anyway, in some nightclub, I feel like to see a bit of youth and music to break the eardrums.
Dinner is served to me by two waiters and a sommelier, to begin with appetizers: kulen, spiced sausage and ham Dalmatian as a first course: Strukli: ravioli stuffed with ricotta, hereinafter: the Sarma, stuffed cabbage, breaded and fried meat, how sweet the rozata: pudding cream, wine served by the sommelier is the best there is on the Croatian market.
Excellent lunch, however, the expenditure was in accordance with a good Italian restaurant.
It 'almost midnight is the right time to spend the evening at a nightclub.
Not that there is plenty of choice, the restaurant, however, I have recommended a place where the customer is charged on 35/40anni, the information is correct, because the room is full of forties.
I put on a comfortable chair, I do not even have time to look around, a waitress, with a funny hat on her head, but when that stoops to ask yourself what you want to order, within a generous overflowing attracts my attention , not at all embarrassed stoops even more to ask for the second time the boss.
I am back again, trying not to show the interest that has attracted me, I would ask a Gin-Tonic, writes the order on an electronic mini Bouka, always folded forward, while the breast seems to overflow, to the pressure exerted on the T-shirt trousers.
Man goes to the bar, my eyes follow quell'ondeggiare hips, wrapped by a close Tubino and stratospheric heels with great admiration.
The music is very pleasant, the dance rhythms invite, the couples on the track, have space to show their talent without the usual crowd, which usually is found in certain rooms, not knowing I will only dance to observe, what I like rather than perform.
Back to "miss" with the order, the first scene but with a winking smile, as if to say "Do you like? "Of course I like, but I prefer to be to propose a meeting gallant, so I avoid his approach, making them the compliments for her beauty but by informing it that are just casually passing through.
Understand my message and a "shame!" Away to other customers.
A couple of hours of quiet entertainment for my eyes and ears and a drunk, sitting on comfortable chair, I have enough time to get the rest.
On the way back to the hotel, the streets are almost deserted, a feeling of corrugated melamconia me the front is a deep malaise, I call "soul sickness."
Why this feeling?
Yet I should be happy, I'm finishing what I had set and then?
My mind was wandering for weeks, has known many realities, not perceived only imagine, but not enough for me I may not be enough.
I really wanted to live this experience, but I would not have written, I would not have visited the monuments or works of art, I would be imported to know, data or addresses.
I would not have photographed anything that is not the case, the reality of life, people, the faces of children, old people, the elderly women who live their painfully harsh life of peasants in the endless and barren lands of the north, the dogs, the home bucherellate by bullet holes, gypsies and their encampments, or in dilapidated homes but also in princely houses, beautiful women, women violated, mafie, drunkards, poverty and extreme wealth and all that is real life.
Are lying on the bed, the clock is ticking but my eyes opened, in the darkness of the room, observe the passing of my thoughts.
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