I was 12 when the Union of Soviet Socialist Republic
disintegrated and as far as I can remember back then on the limited news channels
in India there was not much about it.
Three years later cable television came in India in a big way and
suddenly the world and the events happening in it were louder. In 1993 the loudest were the explosions
heard in then, Yugoslavia. Words like Bosnia, Kosovo; Siberia, Croatia etc were
spoken a lot on the news.
Some 10 years later ‘Lagaan’ an Indian film was nominated for
the Oscar’s. Back home in India we all were vouching for it to win. But ‘No
mans land’ a film made by a Bosnian director won the coveted best foreign
language film award in 2002.
Eight years later in 2010, I first came to Slovenia, and
realized it had a past and was first to branch out of Ex Yugoslavia in a 10 day
war with not much casualties.. The other country to do so was Croatia but for
them however it was not that easy. It took 5 years and the lives of some twenty
five thousand Croats before the war ended, and the borders of Croatia were
recognized by the world. My
interest in this region I realized had grown enough to explore it.
The war is over and the tourism is booming. Places like
Dubrovnik in Croatia attract close to 2 million visitors every year. But in my
search of the real Croatia and the way it was before the war, I decided to move
around this little Peninsula of Istria. The clear blue waters, lazy little
towns with cafes on the sea front and a typical old town feel is what I had
imagined every town of this Peninsula to be more or less. But, tourism, which
supports the economy, also destroys the peace of a place. On my first evening
I was very disappointed with Rabac which claimed to be smaller of the lot, but
it left me wondering ‘if this is small, then !!’ It took me the next morning
and a visit to a tiny family estate, which specializes in making a typical ham
from this area to feel close to the real Croatia.
Fazana from the sea ! |
This is where you should eat ! |
That’s what is going wrong in tourism. Places like Dubrovnik or any tourist town in Europe, which receives crazy amounts of tourists per day, have cafĂ©’s, souvenir shops etc where the pace is like Mumbai, while the town has a pace 10 times slower. The result if you think deep and u should be lucky for it to occur to you, that you are only physically present in the place. Mentally it feels like the fast moving Tokyo.
I went today to a bookshop in Zagreb and asked for some
movies by Croatian and Serbian directors. All of them had war scenes on their cover.
I asked the salesman ‘all war movies?’. He said ‘offcourse’ .. it was more a
statement about the war than the movies. 1995 is seventeen years old but no 17-year-old works in a
book store. When you live through a war you don’t forget it.
Somehow it makes me think the war did change the people here
for the good. I don’t know how and I can’t explain it. Maybe they were this
friendly from the beginning.. Who knows!!
All I know is right now Croatia has just opened its window
to me. The door I will knock in the time to come