Whendisday croatia

Roman buildings with their great beauty, no plans survived but every sign of planning. How did they do it?

yesterdays experiences yesterday to sleep on, now slept on.

Air conditioned chill, slept better, the family upstairs still asleep.

Croatian dogs barking outside, the man with his building site next door commences work. Sounds of hammering. Building workers, Croatians, at home and building their own buildings. Structures of reinforced concrete floors held up by pillars of the same material. The space between the pillars filled with brickwork. Half concreted houses.

They are very fond of concrete as a building material here, the stone quarries are deserted.




It is cloudy today, the bright glaring blue sky of yesterday to be seen between the grey clouds, the covering of grey cloud that changes to haze as it nears the horizon.

A steady hum of traffic from the town, carefully kept small gardens behind the buildings, and also those less well kept. Red soil, typical for the area. And now the braying of some donkey, a long way off.

And people will build, they will make housing as a container for their dreams and desires, they will work and improve their huts against all common sense, beyond their needs, beyond their comfort.

And others will be granted small boxes, space defined for their bodily needs, prisons for their minds, ready made excursion areas, all organised. Space allotted, they have committed no crime, but the only way to live is in regulated made to fit boxes and to allow another to do what he wills with the given time of life. And the reward for granting this, well you know, is disregard disdain disgust discrimination. What do you expect after your soul has been sold and the remains you are left with do not even have the strength to resist or the ability to make a meaningful protest?

But return to your box at night, lay out your working clothes, maybe leave the house for a drink. Maybe do not bother even leaving the allotment before the own time is ended.