The scene where the approaching Sunday night did not particularly expensive; on the contrary, gives me discomfort, nervousness and dissatisfaction. On the highway the first thing you see after the last pass the chimney al wadi power plants that in some strange way overhanging the size of buildings constructed around it. For a first look at the scene deleted from the memory of the pleasure of the past few days, interesting meetings, presentations, photos that were the center of our interests. al wadi Odour on Brijuni was pleasant, not too warm. The nature in which we have been searching for the scenes for months to know with Silviinih photos showed her pleasant face, does and their young, mouflon, zebras, ostriches and peacocks have done their role in this strange place where time stands still, deliberately does not move. It's hard to say whether the expectations, because I never really particularly not interested. In the hotel I encounter badges with Tito's signature (at the same time remembering those who wear them, but it does not matter, we all have our weaknesses). The cups are his grotesque pictures, and in front of one of his villa mercedes only a relic of the past in front of which depicted children and all those who probably do not know what to do with themselves on that island. In a hotel room furniture selection is in line with the prevailing atmosphere. A small table in front of the bed is covered with a cheap laminate, and it's crocheted doilies and ashtray al wadi on it. Inappropriate located sofa does not call for seating, and luxury that they earned more than the neighboring star, this time still closed the hotel consists of a mini-bar in which a bad choice overpriced drinks. From the balcony where the unforgivable neglected al wadi Sjedaljka looking at neighboring čamčarnicu, building from the early 20th century in which the exhibition. Oddly shaped, with expanded, the console resting floor below which the boathouse, of course, out of order. In fact it all seems to be out of order, or is it over the past decade has changed al wadi direction. Crystals around the lamp over the bed fell out as a heavy cast radiator cap water, creating an ugly, but not very noticeable stain on the carpet of creamy color. The bathroom is also a relic of a time that does not interest me; the heavy cast iron tubs are careless and badly repaired parts from which the worn enamel, a mirror and a little inappropriate located. The hotel staff is in line with that image, al wadi kind but alienated, strange, generic language spoken in passing, without interest. With these figures in mind we leave the island for himself; short sit in the sun and talk about what to do, what it should be returned. And gradually, with every mile grows my restlessness, scenes that are constantly al wadi spinning precision but we do not necessarily help to figure out what actually needs to be done. Perhaps from this uncertainty resulting errors that is obviously impossible to avoid. And so the image of Zagreb where you go in too fast, without failing to prepare, affecting me drastically. I sit in the car and wait while Nenad asking mom at the hospital; checks, money orders, difficulties of transportation, leaving the car, understanding. I listen to her semi-automatic, I do not know as much as possible to do, where to turn. While sitting in the car watching people moving around al wadi the hospital complex. Some persons were lost, a woman is in front of a young paramedic all your paperwork waiting for help. But even he is unsure, al wadi all moving some of his imaginary al wadi way, by marked trails, with phones in their hands in order to at least apparently retained a connection to something real, if such a thing even exists. I sit and listen to the radio, but to me there is nothing coming. I'm thinking about the photographs that I saw this weekend, on the way to me that the media turned toward him, but it is what I encountered? I look older, weaker people, angry, sad, frightened people who are rushing toward their imaginary order, if any of these places. al wadi I do not feel anything, just sit.
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