And then I arrived in Zagreb. There were steps leading down to some shops underneath the train station, so I went down. On the entrance doors, there were circles with lines through them showing what was not permitted. These included three things: Rollerblades, Dogs, and Handguns.
Next, I went to the Youth Hostel, where I was abruptly told simply to come back in two hours. For no apparent reason. Just to do it.
So I wandered to the main square where they were showing moderate propaganda films about the war, specifically about the battles in Vukovar and Knin. Hissing whenever there was a Serb shown, and cheers as Croatia regained Knin. Very disturbing, and it made the war seem, for the first time, incredibly real.
Then I went back to the Hostel. When asking about a word that pertained to the guests, I was told by the next guy, "I'm not your personal walking dictionary. You can buy a dictionary."
I don't expect you to be my personal walking dictionary, sir. Nor my standing one, nor my sitting one. I just wanted to know one word. A word that is important to my stay at your establishment.
Welcome to Zagreb.