Met a Smithie today. She looks like how I remember Smithies should look like. She’s of Croatian origin, been to school in Italy and America, a world traveler with a restless pair of feet.
“As a nation, we tend to live in the past (Yugoslavia) or in the future (Europe,) never the present.”
She told me stories indicative of a country trying too hard to foster an identity without addressing the infrastructure. How can you concentrate on the face of a nation and ignore the bones keeping it standing, the muscles flexing it into place, the skin strenuously keeping life together? The pedagogy of politics allows for Croatian Identity to take precedence over Croatian welfare.
Although, as my Smith friend told me, it’s really just her parent’s generation that loses out. As a newly anointed member of the EU, she is at liberty to take advantage of the educational and career opportunities granted her.
Smithies are everywhere. It was nice to engage in Smith-level discourse again.
On the tram:
Between the stations, each red lettered screen shines: Welcome to European Transport System! Croatia - A Part of the European Union!
This message scrolls through Croatian, French, German, English, Spanish, in that order.
Proud babies. I’m so happy I’m here. I get to watch the pride manifest on a multitude of intra- and inter-personal levels, and come to head the the steadfastness of Croatian nationalism (and separatism (and former Yugoslavian militant values))
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