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Now you have to give him money," the man complains. This would be it. Behind this brief fact, however, there is a long story. They enter and, fascinated, continue to film a group of fishermen who drink in silence. Apart from a young man who invites them to a "poaching party", the other fishermen are staring at them, annoyed. A young fisherman yells from a corner: " Miss, even when I fuck, I ask for permission! Who did you ask permission to film us? It is still one of those "cultures of honor" mentioned by anthropology.
I decided to meet with the students at the tavern in the town center, next to the town hall, to exchange first impressions. I'm drinking a beer and waiting. No one comes. After a while, I find out that all the students are waiting for me at the "complex" or, what, according to the explanations of a local boy, is the "town center tavern".
He also told them that "in the other one there's no place for you, there are only old people and drunkards there! Having been used to the construction trend that accompanies our transition, I expected to see the village cut through by concrete villas or other imposing houses, on that portion a third of the village land sold to foreigners. But no! The vast majority are covered with reed, painted, and with insulated windows and that's about all. The model was somehow given by Anonimul The Anonymous , the "owner" of this wood, reed and pond tourist complex.
Eco is trendy! Very well. Those few architects that I happened to talk to don't agree entirely, but they have to admit that, at least on a comparative scale, things are generally good. Still, there's something I don't like, but I can't figure out what exactly. On the last day of my visit I'm standing on the terrace of a cottage, drinking a poor coffee, and I gaze randomly.