Exit Festival

This summer i am in Novi Sad, Serbia, In the pulsating energy of the 2008 Exit Festival. Having heard of its acclaim as the best European festival in 2007, I was drawn to experience firsthand the eclectic mix of music, culture, and camaraderie that awaited within the walls of the 17th-century Petrovaradin Fortress.

The anticipation reached its peak as I stepped through the gates of the fortress, greeted by a kaleidoscope of sights and sounds that stirred the senses. The air was alive with the rhythm of music, drifting from stage to stage, each offering a distinct sonic journey for the eager festivalgoers.

As Nightwish took the stage, the absence of Tarja Turunen, their former lead vocalist, was profound. Yet, despite the change, Nightwish delivered a spellbinding performance that resonated with the crowd, showcasing their musical prowess and resilience in the face of transition.

The following night, Sex Pistols graced the festival with their presence, leaving their mark on the festival's legacy.

But,

I had the pleasure of crossing paths with a young woman named Idda, a woman who looks like me. There was an instant connection that transcended resemblance, as if fate had orchestrated our meeting amidst the chaos of the festival grounds. We bonded over our shared love for metal music and Exit Festival.

As the final echoes of music faded into the night, I found myself approached by Konstantin Polzovic. He was the person who had graciously provided me with the invitation pass that granted me access to the festival grounds, and now he stood before me with an offer.

Konstantin expressed his interest in featuring me in an article for Metal Hammer magazine. As we delved into the details of the interview, Konstantin revealed that the Sex Pistols had mentioned me in their conversations with him. Because of my blog and my presence on MySpace.

As the interview took place, I shared insights into my writing, the inspirations behind words, and the need for metal music to dominate music.

As I bid farewell to Novi Sad, Idda and I went to Sarajevo. Nestled between Austro-Hungarian and Balkan heritage.

Idda listened intently as I shared the truth about who I am, my experiences, and the stories that have shaped my life. She was amazed to hear tales of my adventures, from my travels to distant lands to my encounters with war and battle. In that moment, I felt a bond forming between us that transcended mere friendship.

In a quiet corner of a bustling café, I took Idda's hands in mine and made her a promise. I told her to consider me as a mother, a confidante, and a guide. I assured her that no matter what challenges lay ahead, I would always be there for her, ready to offer support, guidance, and unwavering love. And in that exchange, I felt a profound sense of purpose, as if destiny had brought us together for a reason beyond our understanding.

From Sarajevo, i took Idda to the village of Smiljane, in the hills of Croatia. It was here, during the days of the Austrian Empire, that the great Nikola Tesla was born.

His childhood home still stands as a testament to his legacy, a place of pilgrimage for those who seek to unravel the mysteries of the universe.

It was in 2001 that I first visited Smiljane, accompanied by Afrodite.

Ohhh, Balkans... how many poems and songs one can write about you. 

and still all of them will be poor next to your beauty.

I will return in Serbia, the Country of Art.

Home of Nikola Tesla