People tell me that the country is bankrupt and the government corrupt. They are looking forward to the government falling. Apparently.
The trains that travel within Croatia are not very clean, and certainly not as clean as the ones that cross borders.
I have eaten enough burek to turn me off phyllo pastry for life. Maybe.
Taxi drivers might rip you off. One did, but this happened only once.
One of these days I’m going to break my neck when I trip on cracked and dented sidewalks or fall down crumbling concrete steps—which seem to be everywhere in my daily life.
It is not pleasant to see old people digging through garbage cans looking for the plastic bottles that can be turned in for cash.
But then, Zagreb offers me this...sculptures by Ivan Mestrovic. This one is called "Waiting."
This one is called "History of Croatia"
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