Vuk Karazic, Ciril and Metodi and Art Noveau

Trip Start Nov 24, 2006
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Trip End Jun 28, 2008


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Monday, April 28, 2008

POLSKI:
Belgrad to urokliwe miasto z pieknymi kamieniczkami w stylu Art Noveau. Udalo nam sie zostawic plecaki, a takze naladowac telefony w jakims gyrosowym barze, na zasadzie wymiany - my u was jemy, a wy nam przechowujecie rzeczy hehe. Mielismy tylko kilka godzin na obejrzenie calego miasta. Chodzilam jak oszalala, co chwile rozpoznajac miejsca lub ludzi, o ktorych uczylam sie na studiach - "O, popatrz Marcin, Jugoslavensko Dramsko Pozoriste, o tym festiwalu mowil mi na zajeciach Goran!", "O, dom Vuka Karazica, narodowego wieszcza Serbow!", "Aaaaaa pomnik Cyryla i Metodego!!! Patroni wszystkch prawoslawnych! Zdravko mowi o nich prawie na kazdych zajeciach!" itd., itp. Bylam... zachwycona! Do tego te sliczne budynki...
Az nam dziwnie bylo nie byc zaczepianymi tak, jak w Istanbule, choc po wyjezdzie stamtad odetchnelismy z ulga. Powrot do Europy. Serbowie byli bardzo pozytywnie do nas nastawieni, co nas troszke dziwilo zwazywszy na fakt ostatnich wydarzen z Kosovem. Polska jako pierwszy kraj slowianski zaakceptowala Kosovo jako panstwo. Wszedzie w miescie - autobusach, na slupach itp. byly rozwieszone plakaty "Kosovo jest serbskie, Kosovo jest nasze!".
Pod wieczor udalismy sie na wylotowke w strone Budapesztu. Dopiero po ponad godzine zorientowalismy sie, dlaczego nikt sie nie zatrzymuje - bo dopiero kilka km za miastem nastepowalo rozwidlenie drog, i stalismy na autostradzie do Zagrzebia (E-70), zamiast do Budapesztu (E-75)... Jacys zyczliwi ludzie powiedzieli nam, w ktory autobus wsiasc, i gdzie dalej podejsc. Bylo juz dobrze po 22giej, gdy dotarlismy do stacji benzynowej na obrzezach miasta  i  tam  rozbilismy  namiot. Dostalismy sms od Ani i Arka, ze spedzili w tym miejscu poprzednia noc. Reszta grupy pojechala w gory Rila, na poludnie od Sofii. Tak wiec, zostalismy sami, tzn. we dwojke. Zastanawialam sie, czy dobrze zrobilismy, zostawiajac za soba nasza grupe. W tamtym momencie nie bylam pewna. Ze zmeczenia prawie sie do siebie nie odzywalismy i w milczeniu polozylismy sie spac.
 
ENGLISH:
Belgrad is a charming city with beautiful tenement houses in the Art Noveau style.   Me managed to leave our backpacks and also charge our phones at a gyros bar, which was sort of an exchange - we`re eating here, but you`re going to store our luggage hehe. We had only a few hours to see the whole town. I was walking like crazy, recognizing the places or the people that I`d been learning at my studies before - "Oh, look Marcin, Jugoslavensko Dramsko Pozoriste, I Goran was telling me about this festival at one of the classes!", "Ooo, the house of Vuk Karazic, the national predictor of Serbians!", "Aaaaa the Ciril and Metodi monument!!! They`re patrons all of the Orthodox! Zdravko used to tell us about them at almost every class!" etc., etc. I was so... delighted! And those cute buildings...
We felt a bit weird to be not accosted as it was in Istanbul, although after leaving the place we could take a deep breath. Welcome back to Europe. The Serbians were really positive towards us, which made us feel a bit weird, when you think about the latest incident with Kosovo. Poland, as a first Slavic nation, accepted Kosovo as a country. Everywhere in the city - in the buses, bill-posts etc. there were posters telling us "Kosovo is Serbian, Kosovo is ours!".
In the evening we went towards the road providing to Budapest. Yet well after more than an hour we found out why nobody would stop for us there - because the road fork was quite a few km behind the city, and we were standing at a highway going towards Zagreb (E-70), instead of the highway towards Budapest (E-75)... Some kind people told us which bus to take and where to walk forward. I was well after 10 pm, when we got to a gas station out of the city and pitched our tent. We got a text message from Ania and Arek that they`d spent in that place the night before. The rest of the group travelled to the Rila mountains, South from Sofia. Thus, we were left by ourselves, just 2 of us. I was wondering if we made a good decision by leaving the whole group behind. I wasn`t too sure of it at that moment. We were so tired that we didn`t almost speak to each other, and we silently went to sleep.
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