Rovigno, August 2013. The fact that everybody was speaking Serbo-Croatian around me made me feel really close to Belgrade and I started to miss all my friends there. I had the feeling they were closer, maybe somebody of them was even there, in Croatia. Maybe K. was there.
"That’s really stupid Anita. How can they be in Rovigno? It’s not so close to Belgrade. Stop daydreaming!"
Later I connected to Wi-Fi and I saw that K. posted a picture of Rovigno. We were there, at the same time. My feeling was true. But I was already in Cittanova and I didn’t dare to write him, to add a single word about it. I was already quite sad.