Planina Malaćka . Over looking split and surrounding towns. This was on our way back from Utore gornje, which is where my fathers village called Milići gornji rests. Only ten people left out of a few hundred. Still very traditional, only collecting rain water. Lots of goats n chickens , donkeys and pigs and old abandoned stone houses. As well my family grave yard. I'll post pics I took off my real camera maybe later. It felt like stepping way back in time out here. The entire land scape is seeping with natural cures and remedies, for any ailment. I can see why so many countries tried to take over this land. It's a bit of celestial Paradise. To many devastating times here in history. My father escaped Yugoslavia after world war 2, was put in prison and was able to escape prison, make it to Italy hide out till he could get to France where they were taking refugees at that time. Damn he went through a lot to start a family in America. A lot of suffering. A lot. Hard for me to think how unappreciative I was as a child with him. Anyways easy to get depressed when you hear the history. So war torn. But still such loving passionate extremely strong caring people. Now I need to find a Croatian tutor in oakland hopefully. Feeling empty not knowing my language. The stories you herd on the news in America in 1990 were propaganda to what really was going on during the separation of Yugoslavia. Any ways life continues to unfold and validate what I hold as truths..... #keepitflat #eternalplains #nocurve #528hz #whoownsthebanks ? #Timetobealive #coexistthroughlove