Bucharest, Belgrade, Kiev is the Aristotelian syllogism
About thirty years, unshaven, spontaneous smile and ready wit: Mark lives in Kiev, but came to Belgrade on vacation. We all hung on his lips, by asking thousands of questions about life in Ukraine, Ukrainians and especially on the course of Ukraine. And he can not spit out a single thing nor the city nor its people lived in Belgrade for nine months, he misses and misses.
But I would never have thought of regret Bucharest. Then I came to Belgrade. Think
Kiev, will my readers' witty: "Bucharest is from Belgrade Belgrade is in Kiev in Kiev, Bucharest is so ..."
No, guys, no: the Aristotelian syllogism is unlikely. The question I ask myself is rather different: I can also regret Serbia? What regret Belgrade? The system transport? Humility? The 'open-mindedness "? The efficiency chronic?
and reason about what the expectations are influential in the experiences abroad (maybe in the experiences in general). And I recall the words of Mark: "After living in Belgrade, I went to Albania, but even in Tirana, Shkodra, not in Los Angeles, before going to Kiev: think I did everything to go, doted on Ukraine. Two weeks ago I decided that Kiev is not for me, and that Ukrainians do not like, whereas before I said "Dunno, maybe it's me ...." Are closed, you can not make us bad people and friendship all foreigners I know they are not good and not have Ukrainian friends, even those who live there for a while and you are married .... "
In Romania, I learned that it would be good not to get too many expectations before going abroad: I arrived in Lithuania with no expectations and was a triumph, came to Bucharest full of expectations and were ups and downs, I came to Copenhagen and stayed with some expectation surprised to see the expectations but disappointed to find surprises where expectations were missing. Before leaving for I knew that Serbia should turn away from expectations, but probably also knew Mark before leaving for Kiev, but we fell for both. Easy to say but not to do, I'm thinking.
fact and reason on the pre-departure Serbian, thinking back to ten contacts I had in Serbia: all guys known around seminars in Europe, guys with whom you find yourself to the casino together, pale in the face of the Scandinavian and drunks Germans. Children with the common spirit "southern European", with which you were good. You guys had painted Belgrade as a city able to live life and have fun, a city that never sleeps a party town full of nightlife. A city where you'll find great, guys with whom I had left with a "come on, I'll see you in Belgrade ...".
Boys are no longer 'seen, boys that have disappeared, guys who have never called, guys who have called them if you have not responded.
Boys obviously "have to do" what the fuck will never make
Belgrade in Belgrade if nothing works? What do Belgrade? Nothing. Indeed, one thing I do: drink coffee (the plants are watered with water, Belgrade drink coffee). Belgrade is a city based on coffee (and then I wonder if the plants are watered with coffee). Boys apparently drink coffee, but which obviously do not care to drink with you (so in some way You'll be). In my opinion the problem is not the evil, the problem is clearly sympathetic to the Serbs weigh also write a text message, a message on Facebook or making a phone call of invitation. Let's say you do not feel like doing shit, Belgrade is the city for you and you will like Belgrade.
Sunday in a city park to discover the way in which the Serbs go on roller-blades, once worn, they cling to the motor driven by a friend and - taking deep breaths of the gas discharge - whether traveling on the bike path.
not exactly healthy but want to put the energy wasted for skating?
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