Hitchhiking in Croatia and something more

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“I wonder how the police would tell my parents the way I died...” As we drive kamikaze style on streets curved as served fettuccine, I begin to wonder the same thing: “Yes, Mrs. Aguilar, your daughter died on Pag island, on her way to Zadar city, in the Balkans, in a traffic accident, along with two Macedonians and a U.S.- Finnish guy. On top of it, my hypothetical death would be enlivened by some music that will become common in this Balkan trip, Turkish style, with hyperbolic vibrato’s Read more [...]