Wednesday, JULY 2

Wednesday, July 2 (City Tuzla - Maps)

I asked to be woken up early, at 7, a discreet knock on the door I felt that the command was run.
The smile of a young girl at the check, brings me good humor, or perhaps my desire to always see the good side of situations where I am, it helps me a lot to recover, my innate optimism.

Km 49 Spionica Donja - km 29 Loncari = 9 Orašje km border with


CROATIA = (customs) Country Extracomunitari

km 3 Zupanija = 46 km arrival in Slavonski Brod -Maps (tot 127 km)

Slavonski Brod = 60,700 inhabitants

Late afternoon arrival at the border the queue of cars and trucks was long, but now I have arrived at the designated stop by my travel plans.
This is the last country to visit and then quickly riattraversando Slovenia I will be back in the "Bel Paese"
Sosto at the river port on the Sava river, I go into a cafe to ask for a place to stay, the bar is crowded by a range of men who visivilmente, we see the diversity of their origins, noting the features and the different languages that speak.
The bartender is intended to serve the customers and the...




confusion is the boss, I still consider myself, I give me liquid with an address at a shop below a hundred meters.
E 'a music store, the sound that comes from it is infernal, music so high that I will not know how to find.
By busy I see at the shelves of CDs, a girl that I turn away, with black hair that falls to the life.
I try to attract his attention, but the music makes it impossible to understand, a customer entered the store, I approach her and touch a shoulder, you jump scared, the moment of fear disappears in a moment, looking to see that no is an attacker.
Keeping his hand on my heart, my mind is quick to apologize and shooting of fear that it had, I say that I am sorry but I did not know how to attract his attention.
Significantly lowers the audio CD, making it acceptable to a normal human ear, I demand that now has become standard practice in my journey:

"I'm looking for a place to stay, for one, at least for one night, if possible not in a hotel, know someone who could help me? "

"E 'solo? There are problems, I have a room with single bed, if I can host matches I have addressed well know that renting a room to foreigners passing through, but I see his face on an interrogative expression.
Do not be alarmed no mistake, my room and its lock to have the test of thieves, so no fear of being raped, nor especially deluded to rape me "

Her merry laugh, induces me to follow nell'ilarita, aroused by my expression of surprise and suspicion together.
The situation created a mutual sympathy, closes the door of the shop and made a few meters of the road, we enter in its housing.
Brings me in a room small but tastefully furnished, decidedly feminine, with walls, curtains at the window, and bed sheets, all pastel pink, a small closet and the Septet, the bill prized artisanal light oak, the only thing that Stone is a small television set placed on the Septet.
I commend the taste, very feminine, but I think pink is a color, which I do not give me any wound, unless it is in there by a woman.
Back in the shop, I rest a little lying on the bed, thinking about the girl, I find it nice but not beautiful, what is striking are his long hair, but rather, his perfect mouth tirabaci.
But let these thoughts from being old satyr and go to things of interest intellellettuale like the Fortress of the city, inside the Museum with the Mandolin, the possibility of exposure is not great but the value of the exhibits are historical and of great value.
Scores are also exposed to music designed especially for these instruments romantics, there is also presented, including how they were constructed.
I'm going to visit tomorrow morning, now is the time for dinner, I go to warn the girl that I assento few hours since I gave the keys to the apartment.
E 'intent to close the shop, I wish to inform you of my decision to spend the evening out and dinner in a restaurant in this regard is whether you can point to a place where you can sample the local cuisine.
Apparently, not expecting other things, asks me, if that makes me happy, be happy with me.
I can not help but ask if he wants to accompany me, at least I am sure that will bring me in the place where you eat well.
The restaurant is not just a family-run trattoria, we need
just a glass of SLJIVOVICA: plum, as the hors d'oeuvre kulen, spicy salami and ham production of dried, following the Fis-Paprikas: spicy goulash fish and carp on the spit as they roast in a forked branch, the sweet Famous "Dolcetti Bridal" everything watered with wine Traminac of Ilok.
We go out with shaky legs, menomale that we came to walk, lunch was good but the drink has stunned to the point that we can hardly go home.
We lie on the sofa in the living room, laughing and joking in the grip of alcohol fumes, the confidence interval crosses the limit of decency, the pampering is wasted, but the eyes after a few minutes does not give us the time to conclude in the evening so worthy and morning we are lying on the ground like rags.
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