On Wednesday 3 April 1996 my trip started. I thought to go to Zagreb for Easter, but had no real plans yet. Hitch-hiking through Germany was difficult because of the harsh weather conditions. Finally by dusk I reached the border at Salzburg. I put my usual sign Hrvatska that should bring me to Zagreb. Within minutes a car stopped with a German license. The guy told me that he didn't have a clue what my sign meant, but the HR made him think I wanted to go to Croatia. I was lucky, he said he would go through Croatia. When I got into the car I understood what he meant, he told me he was going to Mostar.More on my trip to Sarajevo...
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