Friday, July 12, 2013
Too bad, that a half of my regular days here, at my dad's, was lost in translation. In the end, the original was so bad that I sent it back and now I do not have to do it. So first in a day I am doing some work while the little guy is assisting his děda (granddad) with various stuff: repairing a bicycle, shopping and cooking, picking currants, making a marmelade. In the afternoon we go to the river, hang out and chit chat. I am worried about my work because it might come to an end (for a number of reasons). Other than that the days are beautiful. We expect doing mushroom picking and driving a car and going to a museum.
Vystavil Bohemian girl v 10:25
Saturday, July 6, 2013
There is something about this Rijeka. Not as attractive for tourists as the other cities down there, but old and antique, port town rich in history, shabby apartment blocks from turn of the 19th and 20th centuries, lot of garbage laying around, green venetian window shades and laughter of seagulls in the back, few monuments from Roman times, medieval declining tower, baroque church here and there, brutalist 70s architecture in between, several good second hand bookstores and a language that looks and sounds like mine and Italian on top of it. And they speak Italian there, shop assistants, vegetable vendors, bus drivers. Oh, and I was there when I was 8, my dad told me when I came back.
Vystavil Bohemian girl v 20:30