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Eva, my host, was looking puzzled at the map on my phone. Those white convoluted lines on the grey background were confusing her, how could that be her village? Until some pale blue lines made her recognize a small stream, and pleased she said “Of course you can get there! There’s this path, it will take you about one hour walk. There’s also a shorter way in the woods, you have to pass through houses though, so only we locals know…”. In Montenegro people openly welcome you as a traveler, but they still treasure what they really know - as if two parallel worlds coexisted. Places reachable on the map, but inaccessible in their local essence. The overwhelming presence of nature, as to guard what cannot be revealed to everyone.
montenegro :: parallel path
Eva, my host, was looking puzzled at the map on my phone. Those white convoluted lines on the grey background were confusing her, how could that be her village? Until some pale blue lines made her recognize a small stream, and pleased she said “Of course you can get there! There’s this path, it will take you about one hour walk. There’s also a shorter way in the woods, you have to pass through houses though, so only we locals know…”. In Montenegro people openly welcome you as a traveler, but they still treasure what they really know - as if two parallel worlds coexisted. Places reachable on the map, but inaccessible in their local essence. The overwhelming presence of nature, as to guard what cannot be revealed to everyone.
