Jugo Sunrise
Posted on October 17, 2007
As I was travelling across America, it was difficult not to think of where I’d been in relation to where I was going. Exactly one month ago, I was leaving Marina, Croatia - the place that was to be my new home - to return to America and search for “home” all over again. It’s often difficult to know exactly where I am, physically and emotionally. I still wake up from dreaming in Croatian, believing myself to still be in bed in my flat in the village.
This neither-here-nor-thereness of my feelings and orientation calls to mind the Jugo winds that blow up across Dalmatia from Africa. Jugo weather can have a nebulous, imprecise quality. The sun is bright, but hazed over. The air is warm and sticky, but a cool snap can whip across your face for an instant. Many people in Dalmatia tend to write entire portions of the day off when “Jugo behavior” rears its head in the neighbors. People don’t know how to feel, so they’re frustrated. It’s eerie, undecided, unpredictable weather that can cast an eerie, unpredictable mood on entire towns.
No, I’m not sure of where I am. I know that I am tired, and as alone as I’ve ever been. When I think of this, I’m further reminded of Jugo blowing through the village of Marina at dawn, howling through the hills like a ghost who’ll never know peace.
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