Still, there are moments of delight, such as in Zagreb when a woman in the train station bakery fell over while giving me change. I do not understand what she tripped over - for she was standing still at the time - but she almost face-planted into the counter. 
From Zagreb I went down into Istra, the part of Croatia that was confiscated from Italy after 1945. My favourite location (as last time) was Dvigrad, a ruined village that was wiped out by the Black Plague many centuries ago. Isn't that the most romantic thing you've ever heard? I was in heaven...
After Croatia I went up to Berlin (below), which in accordance with the reviews of many others, left me quite unmoved. I left after one day, taking the train through Dresden to Zittau where I found an abandoned building. Naturally it was condemned and verboten, so you can imagine how much I enjoyed going in. 
After sating my desire for exploration, I walked across the borders into Poland and then Czech. I spent two nights in Liberec where it snowed copious quantities, dropping the temperature down to midwinter levels again. 
A weekend in Brno graced with some of my favourite people envigorated me in time for another several days in sweet, dreary Budapest. When it snowed again I visited the legendary Syechenyi baths. The main pool is open to the sky so I sat at the edge, writing in my journal. They probably thought I was a freak, but I take that as a compliment in most parts of the world.
Naturally there was a complement of Italian youths, collectively marking their territory by each trying to make the most noise. It's like vocal urination, and would bother me less if I thought they weren't probably indulging in the other kind simultaneously.
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