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Felicity Tameryn, 19, long red curls, nearly sweeping her lower back. Curvy hips and breasts. Milky white skin. Grey/green eyes. Young and innocent.
More Than Human
I had arrived in Zagreb less than half an hour ago, and already the heat was threatening to engulf me.
After back packing half way across Europe, I thought it was about time I visited Croatia, and the two friends I had here. They both worked at Hrvatski Prirdoslovni Muzej, the Natural History Museum.
It was still a little early for me to go over to their apparment, so I slung my bag over my shoulder and thought about taking in some of the local culture. My hair was sticking to my face and the back of my neck, I couldn't help wishing I had tied it up. I looked around me, scouting out for a little cafe, somewhere I could rest and tie my mane of curls up.
Spotting a bunch of twisted iron tables and chairs, I made my way over and plonked myself on an uncomfortable chair. A pretty brunette waitress made her way over to me, apron firmly tied round her skinny little waist, notebook in hand and pencil behind her ear.
She smiled at me, and took in my ragged state. Before she could speak however, I opened my mouth.
"Mogu li naručiti?" I asked. She looked at me, puzzlement in her eyes for a moment. My pronunciation was poor, but she understood what I was asking for "Pivo, Molin" I stuttered
"You can speak English you know" She said to me with a perfect smile. Her accent was thick, but her English was perfect.
I shook my head. I was here to learn, to practice. I asked if I could order a Beer again in Croatian, and she nodded and waltzed off smiling.
I looked around, taking in my surroundings. It was beautiful here. I was looking forward to spending a fair amount of my travels here. The buildings, the people. Everything was just so beautiful it took my breath away.
The waitress returned with my beer
"Hvala" I thanked her
"nema na čemu , uživati" She bid me to enjoy.
I sipped the cold drink and relaxed back onto the cool metal. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out a hair grip and braided my hair, twisting it in to a knot. I sighed. I felt much better now I was shaded from the sun. A few tendrils of my hair were still breaking free and sticking to my forehead, but I just brushed them away. I made a mental note to pick up some more sunscreen. My skin was so pale, it was almost translucent, and I burnt easily. I finished my beer, looked at my watch and decided to make my way to Mark and Sarah's apartment.
I placed some money on the table, Waved to the waitress "hvala , dobar!" I thanked, and bid her goodbye
"Dobar" She replied.
I grabbed my bag, and pulling out a screwed up piece of paper, I wandered off in the direction of my friends apartment.
I wandered along, trying to decipher the directions, from Sarah's scrawled handwriting, and getting nowhere. I spotted a couple, probably out walking enjoying the August heat, and stopped to ask them for directions.
"Možete li pomoć mene ugoditi , Ja sam izgubljen" I asked for help, indicating that I was lost. The lady looked at the instructions and turned to her male companion. Talking between themselves to fast for me to follow, I stood in the heat waiting
"te ići taj way,then slijeva. You'll nađi prema Internet onda" I shookmy head, not understanding
"Govorite li engleski?" I asked
"A little" She replied, accent heavy "You go that way" She pointed "And turn...hmm the word. You turn Left, that is it"
"Hvala" I thanked her, walking off
"nema na čemu" You're welcome, she called after me.
I sighed and hitched my bag higher on my shoulder. I was wearing a thin sundress, pale green covered in white poka dots. It came to just above my knee, but even I that I was sweating.
I cursed my choice to wear stockings underneath my dress. But it was cold when I left Belgium, and the Air conditioning on the flight called for something. I was, however, glad I had worn my white ballet slippers. I hoped it wouldn't be much further, as my feet were starting to ache and te sun was making me weary.
I walked back through the town again, which seemed to have become very sleepy, waved to the waitress, who smiled at me and continued on my way.
I was musing so much, and had become so sun weary, that when my shoe caught in the road, I didn't notice the Tram coming towards me as I tried to free myself. I heard somebody scream, and I looked up to see the huge front end of the Tram, seconds before it hit me. I realised then it was me screaming
More Than Human
I had arrived in Zagreb less than half an hour ago, and already the heat was threatening to engulf me.
After back packing half way across Europe, I thought it was about time I visited Croatia, and the two friends I had here. They both worked at Hrvatski Prirdoslovni Muzej, the Natural History Museum.
It was still a little early for me to go over to their apparment, so I slung my bag over my shoulder and thought about taking in some of the local culture. My hair was sticking to my face and the back of my neck, I couldn't help wishing I had tied it up. I looked around me, scouting out for a little cafe, somewhere I could rest and tie my mane of curls up.
Spotting a bunch of twisted iron tables and chairs, I made my way over and plonked myself on an uncomfortable chair. A pretty brunette waitress made her way over to me, apron firmly tied round her skinny little waist, notebook in hand and pencil behind her ear.
She smiled at me, and took in my ragged state. Before she could speak however, I opened my mouth.
"Mogu li naručiti?" I asked. She looked at me, puzzlement in her eyes for a moment. My pronunciation was poor, but she understood what I was asking for "Pivo, Molin" I stuttered
"You can speak English you know" She said to me with a perfect smile. Her accent was thick, but her English was perfect.
I shook my head. I was here to learn, to practice. I asked if I could order a Beer again in Croatian, and she nodded and waltzed off smiling.
I looked around, taking in my surroundings. It was beautiful here. I was looking forward to spending a fair amount of my travels here. The buildings, the people. Everything was just so beautiful it took my breath away.
The waitress returned with my beer
"Hvala" I thanked her
"nema na čemu , uživati" She bid me to enjoy.
I sipped the cold drink and relaxed back onto the cool metal. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out a hair grip and braided my hair, twisting it in to a knot. I sighed. I felt much better now I was shaded from the sun. A few tendrils of my hair were still breaking free and sticking to my forehead, but I just brushed them away. I made a mental note to pick up some more sunscreen. My skin was so pale, it was almost translucent, and I burnt easily. I finished my beer, looked at my watch and decided to make my way to Mark and Sarah's apartment.
I placed some money on the table, Waved to the waitress "hvala , dobar!" I thanked, and bid her goodbye
"Dobar" She replied.
I grabbed my bag, and pulling out a screwed up piece of paper, I wandered off in the direction of my friends apartment.
I wandered along, trying to decipher the directions, from Sarah's scrawled handwriting, and getting nowhere. I spotted a couple, probably out walking enjoying the August heat, and stopped to ask them for directions.
"Možete li pomoć mene ugoditi , Ja sam izgubljen" I asked for help, indicating that I was lost. The lady looked at the instructions and turned to her male companion. Talking between themselves to fast for me to follow, I stood in the heat waiting
"te ići taj way,then slijeva. You'll nađi prema Internet onda" I shookmy head, not understanding
"Govorite li engleski?" I asked
"A little" She replied, accent heavy "You go that way" She pointed "And turn...hmm the word. You turn Left, that is it"
"Hvala" I thanked her, walking off
"nema na čemu" You're welcome, she called after me.
I sighed and hitched my bag higher on my shoulder. I was wearing a thin sundress, pale green covered in white poka dots. It came to just above my knee, but even I that I was sweating.
I cursed my choice to wear stockings underneath my dress. But it was cold when I left Belgium, and the Air conditioning on the flight called for something. I was, however, glad I had worn my white ballet slippers. I hoped it wouldn't be much further, as my feet were starting to ache and te sun was making me weary.
I walked back through the town again, which seemed to have become very sleepy, waved to the waitress, who smiled at me and continued on my way.
I was musing so much, and had become so sun weary, that when my shoe caught in the road, I didn't notice the Tram coming towards me as I tried to free myself. I heard somebody scream, and I looked up to see the huge front end of the Tram, seconds before it hit me. I realised then it was me screaming
