Serbian backwater 1380 – Vukovar 1333

Two of us are still awake when the sun  shows up. Three grumpy pirates start the engine to flee from the worst mosquito attac ever!Floating through the foggy landscape – accompanied by egrets and wafts of mist fading in the early morning’s twilight – the first pilot falls asleep and wakes up watching upstream. Navigation does not really get better before breakfast.

on our compulsory walk to the police station we explore weird signs of the past: bombed buildings tell stories about the war we can hardly remember and still dont know much about. Houses facing the street with wild green growing out of windows and doors and the naked skeletons of formerly elegant buildings, next to renovated insurance agencies, supermarkets and brand new hotels. Bizarre aspects of a new beginning like a fancy lingerie store in a last century style mansion full of bullet holes make us wonder about the scars of war, the time of recovering and the way people deal with it.

In contrast to all that we bumped into a bunch of funny people organizing a film festival with open air screenings on deck of an old cargo ship.  Funny enough, they show the German movie “Berlin calling” at the official festival opening tonight. For us, it’s like home entertainment as we towed the * Keks* to the freighter’s side and enjoy the film from our sun deck.