Me and Emin are alive and back home.
What we thought would be a trip of 15 days ended up lasting for one full month. We know some more people are scattered around the Iberic penninsula, but we strongly believe that our trip has been a unique and utterly invigorating experience of its own. We left Catalunya, the northeastern part of Spain, in full glory. Apart of Barcelona, we explored the cities of Tarragona, Reus and the villages of Montblanc and Poblet, with the latter being simply fabulous! This way we breathed in the Catalan air in one full scoop.
Then we left for Milan, the boringly beautiful city. As surprising as it might sound, the Duomo is my favorite Cathedral with regard to the combination of architechture, beauty and grandiosity. I’ve seen bigger, more famed ones, but they failed to come before the Duomo. Our final step on the soil of the European Union (ironic, huh!) was Venice, the majestic, 101% unique city of exquisite vistas. Hungry and restless, me and Emin, could have never made a better decision than staying overnight in Venice and waking up only to find that roadless city shining in colors and floating in numberless canals.
We got on board of the ferry in Ancona as first-time sea travellers and walked out with lighter pockets (already way too empty) and convinced that unless someone still believes that Titanic was true, travelling by ship is by far the most leisurely and emotionally tickling experience.
The rest of the trip was fast. Trains sucked big time, the poor Balkans and its uninviting atmosphere overwhelmed us right away. As soon as we stepped in Patras! Greece is no Europe, who said that?? The Greek guy we met on the train from Athens to Thessaloniki confirmed this by asserting that he, himself, doesn’t feel a European! It’s a pity to see shades of change spark bright so fast. It hurts.
But we enjoyed Europe big time. However, I am not sure I believe in the concept of European Union. With the French refusing to be speak English and sticking to diehard nationalism, with Spanish divided ideologically, regionally, politically, culturally and emotionally, with Italians plunged in self-indulgence, with Germans conservative and offish (Austrians incl.) and the likes of Greeks who have been victimized by the antiquity that happened to sprawl across their land as well as their primitive nationalism, I can never believe in a politically or culturally united Europe, economically maybe, but that’s money after all. It’s in vain that those honorable guests at the Diplomatic Academy try to promote the vision of United Europe in front of us. We have eyes and enough brain to see that the gaps are hidden and abyssmal.
Finally, one thing is for sure, that I feel lucky, after all, that I am part of Europe at least geographically. It has so much to show and offer.
Me and Emin would like to thank all those engaged in offering us this lifetime opportunity, Sylvia and Marco in particular, who were both committed to pulling this project off in the best way possible and, in the same time, making their firendliness and helpfulness available at all times.
Cheers from Kosova, the wannabe-country of the southeastern Europe, the region of whatnot-wannabes.