On the road

Day 2,121, 04:10 Published in Slovenia Slovenia by Ice Killa

This might not be written coherently and will be updated regularly due to me writing this from a cell phone.

Suddenly I felt nothing. Not a mere thought, not even the smell of happiness or a glimpse of sadness. I realized that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.

Have you ever felt how it feels like to wander off on your own. With some scent of fear present. Without any real knowing where you are going? The only thing you do know is that you are moving. To places
never visited before, rediscovering yourself and who you are. And mainly what the world is. The urging feel to see, to know or even
hope that there
in the distant or not so distant lands something awaits you and even you might have no clue about it. But the life is a journey and the time has come to say bon voyage as the lost and wandering soul was departing Ljubljana. Beauty can make you stay just for so long. Nor can it change anything when your craving for life is stronger than the stories you are told on daily basis. I became free. I turned to me, to my sole instincts. I was observing myself as I spread myself across the borders of familiar cities and visited the not so familiar cities in the south.

One can say I managed to discover everything. From pure euphoria to chilling melancholy. Trip is after all life on a smaller scale and I am living it. The joy or the painful freedom it brings at times is something you cannot learn back at home in the cosy warmth of your computer screens. Nor can you realize how many new friends can a simple trip from nowhere to somewhere make you uncover. But not just friends. The ones that go from gently calm
and quiet to Jack Nicholson's style being the magnet, spreading life to everyone. Dazzling. Back in your home country you will not notice it, but once you travel you will discover that the only 2 things that stay the same are you and the uncertainty where you are going. People change as do their characters. It is up to you to observe thia great change.

I was never, how can I say, strikingly open and communicative. Although once you meet the right people, every predisposition you thought is true for your character falls into the water as blatant nonsense. Uncover great people and you shall find your true self.

You know, I did leave Ljubljana about 2 weeks ago not knowing anything about Serbia or Macedonia. But I tell you! Not knowing anything about these places is the best thing that can happen to you. You are given an eye opener once there. The less they have, the more they give you. I thought some hidden knowledge about these places was presebt in me - nope, I was mistaken. Macedonia or Serbia are 2 typical countries which have been plagued by the stereotypes fron the west that have spread around the Europe. They are completely false.

And the spirit these people have. It blows you away. With such fervour and strong emotions.

Belgrade
The travel by train to Beograd was painstakingly slow. It took me around 9 hours from Ljubljana. Once the burden of traveling was behind me, I was dropped into a huge pond of foreign people, pretty much everything was a mistery to me. And you might get the feeling I was bothered by this ever present feeling of being lost somewhere. But being the only known unknown where I was, I felt relaxed. It kind of suited me - me and my crazy mind.

Looking for a hostel in Beograd is an easy task. Getting around the city not so much. Well, the girls are beyond beautiful. Innocent yet somehow wild and allouring. But shame I spent only 2 days in the capital of Serbia.

Although there I found a treasure. A human treasure, an absolutely fascinating hombre from Argentina. There was something about him that reminded me of who I want to be. With his free almost Che Guevara hairstyle. With his relaxed way of living and even his experiences with women somehow reminded me of myself. It was like deja vu. And it was. While I was heading to Skopje in a day or so, he was heading to his mistress in Ljubljana. The exact same place I just came from to Beograd. Mamma mia if I pretend I am Italian.

There we made a deal. We shall meet once again in Ljubljana. Sadly enough my stay in Macedonia was prolonged and the promise of a reunion in my home city is like a prolonged dream. Tempting but sadly just a mere word trapped on a paper never coming true.

Although I did promise him. In the foreseeable future when I amass enough money, Argentina could end up being my next target. He even said Argentinian women are better, I had a feeling the moodiness of European women bothered him a lot. Well, he kept arguing with his Slovenian girl but some strange magic bonded them. Or such was the impression he gave me. A guy can travel the whole world but ends up being defeated by a decisive woman. Jeste. From Cambodia and India to Serbia and Slovenia to Bolivia. I met a traveling jewel of human species. For the sake of his story and his simple and modest life, that is why I value this amigo a lot.

But the real revelation about Belgrade was how much the people reminded of my home country. We Slovenians want to stand out and not be considered as part of the Balkans, but the amount of respect people show to you being from Slovenia. I literally felt like a tourist attraction in Beograd the first night when I met a Serbian couple a bit older than me. They showed me the pubs, in the first pub drinks were on the house. It just gives you a different perspective about ... everything.

And then came the part where I met some wacko that looked like an alcoholic at 25. He was a friend of that couple. From jebiveter poses, to I love life. That guy was like the essence of Serbia in one. If one was to guess his life motto, you wouldn't be far off if you said beer. And some women besise the beer. Greeks knew what they were doing by implementing hedonism into their society. It was far too obvious when I came into contact with that guy in Serbia. His name sadly slipped from my memory.

Meeting one causes the meeting of another. So. The great play of life continued with a drugar from that drugar sitting down at the table in the pub we were in. The night was getting a bit dizzy and the lights seemed as lovely as ever before.

Turns out he is studying in UK in Exiter and finds British women to be hideous. He came back to his home country to celebrate the summer break. And must I say, these Serbs know fine well how to party.

The friends I met before had to go and I was left with this guy that came from Britain. The air felt silent with a tender smell of serenity on the horizon as I was leaving the pub a bit intoxicated. It was divine to observe the objects in Belgrade while driving in his car. Marko I believe was his name, and he studied law or economics in Exiter.

As the night buzz approaches and the midnight roar escalated we arrived to some apartment in the wider city centre. It seemed like his party friends were there.

He was telling me how the night earlier he had a birthday party and that it was hell of a show, although he can't remember much. The party must have taken place at the splavovi on the Danube river flowing through Belgrade I thought to myself.

We left the car and ascended the stairs. And there it was, his friend's place.