This last week, a friend of Tania came, his name was (still being but he’s not here, so I guess we will never know if he changes his name in future, who am I to judge people? Else, nice to meet you. No, I’m kidding!) Paul, he was french but he lived most of his live in an amazing place call “New Caledonia”, maybe you are wondering….and old Caledonia? We don’t know, I didn’t ask, the idea just came up to my head in this moment. New Caledonia, it’s so pretty that with this name it seems that maybe “Caledonia” was SUPER PRETTY but God gave them a second oportunity for making it even better, so they took their time to build a New Place, and because they were so busy making this efford of building they run out of creativity so they called it “New Caledonia”; and know for sure you are thinking, as we say in Spain “segundas partes nunca fueron buenas”, what means “Second parts were never good” but in this case, as we say in spanish “nada mas lejos de la verdad” which is “anything further than reality”, this New “Caledonia” was even better, at least 4 times better, it’s one of the most pretty places in the world, exactly definition of stereotypical “Paradise”: transparent waters full of color fishes, rich people on pretty boats, the fruit grow everywhere, they have their own natural drug that turns you into GODzilla, but who doesn’t want to be a huge dinosaur… The only problem is….THAT IS A TRAP!!
In New Caledonia there is only one fly company so, this means
that they don’t have any concurrence, soooooo……prices are higher and higher
everyday, having to pay a normal ticket for 2.500€, more than
18.759Kn…O-PROS-TI ?? This means that only those who have enough money or they
safe a lot can get out of the country… this made me think about life in general
a lot, like, would really like to live in the most pretty place you’ve eve seen
if you could not get out of there? Sound like a bad joke, a weird punishment,
having everything in life and being force to live with it, not being able of
getting ride of it.
Don’t know, I think it’s interesting to think in this…
suddently Zagreb’s sky looks much much better (and open).
Then, we woke up and we said: “Hey girls! Why don’t we
travel around the whole country of Croatia just to do a lot of thing in so
Little time?” Who would said “no” to this “Planazo”? So we went: Tania, Anto,
Paul, Else and our new Little friend that like, in “Dora The Explorer” comes
with us to all our adventures: Morango The Majmun (he shakes his arms like
idiots).
We travelled from Zagreb to Zadar to experience the
magnificent “Sea Organ”. This “organ” Word attached to the “sea” was for us
like a “free choosing concept” so all of us were expecting something different:
Tania wanted a huge heart pumping, Morango a big stomach so he could eat all
the bananas, and Else was thinking in some “rectum” part that was actually a
metaphor for the pollution tropped to the sea, but at the end was actually
“music played by the sea”, so peacefully and pretty that made our hearts pump,
our stomach jiggle and our rectums free (somehow).
Next stop was Sibenik. With my Duper friend Vice, we saw the
fortress for rich people even that they served “Bespladna Hrana” and the
fortress for those who next day could not afford going to the first one, which
was bigger and prettier (cannot stop being grunge…). Here we had the chance to
get depper in croatians and dalmatian culture: went to a gipsy concert, heard
the tales of war while we were listening to the “waves” making the soundtrack
and we little understood better how hard was to live that way, even that those
were the favourite years for Vice, guess is weird guy like us and that’s why
like him a lot!
Last Station was Split. Split is great but little not
“otvoreno” at all during the summer, it’s weird how some cities are most of the
time working only during the summer, if they were made for turists, somehow I
felt that I have to say to the “Splitters” (people from Split?): “Hey
Splitters! You have the right and the opportunity to enjoy your own city, go ahead
and go crazy on the terraces, on the beaches, parks, pubs and clubs, take a
walk on the coast and see how pretty it is to live in such a nice place”. But I
guess, as Tania says, you cannot put a message in someone’s head so easy, so
Little by Little…
On Sunday was time to go home…and I cannot tell more story
because I only remember waking up with my own snores…
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