On my Travels

This was written in response to a 350 word assignment, to be accepted as a report writer. 



A City of Choice
We often talk about favourite places: Florence, Berlin, Paris, but holidays are not the same as living somewhere. So, given the chance, where would I choose to live? When dealing with life, we draw on experience - some of it vicarious, but ‘when in Rome’ I like to know the real streets, the real people. It is not always comfortable, not always safe.  
Recent travels have taken me to the shores of Croatia, to Dubrovnik. Long named: ‘the pearl of the Adriatic’, it has prinked itself; provoking joys and jealousies so that, after the break-up of Yugoslavia and having been named as a World Heritage Site, it was attacked.
Serbian forces stole upon it, just twenty years ago, bombarding the iconic red roofs as the people slept beneath them. The isthmus was cut off and those who lived outside the city walls were forced to seek protection within. Numbers swelled, as the food depleted.  Shells rained down on their beautiful city. Their hearts were breaking, but their spirits were not. Brave groups ran the gauntlet of barrage, to put out fires, to save the city. Young men, potential begetters of the future, died. The world looked on. Some wept.
Now, tourists flock, their presence largely welcome, despite the eyesore cruise ships and the thronging crowds. An American College of Tourism provides opportunity, for the young.
The recovery is a testament to resolve. Their patron saint, St Blaise, peers down bestowing calm. The people have quiet modesty, now; the ‘polished marble’ Stradun, redefined as polished limestone. The beloved roofs that, despite UNESCO heritage grants, could not be repaired have been replaced - the red, now orange. The medieval pharmacy now trading modern medicines: old women sit, making traditional lace. No hard sell here. The population go out of their way to be helpful.  
Was it ever thus, in Dubrovnik? Either way, I never once felt the threat of pickpockets, racial tension or harassment. Despite its scars, it felt comfortable. So for its people, their heart and the place, Dubrovnik would be my city of choice.

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