Thursday Doors 15/9/22: Maribor 1

This post is one day late. For the first time in ages, I had nothing yesterday. Not doors, I always have those, I didn’t have the spirit.

It’s my last two days in Slovenia. I think it’s been raining for 48 hours. In the night non-stop thunder, which had bestia climbing all over the room, knocking down stuff, clawing me in despair, searching for the way out of the noise.

In Italy, near Ancona, ten people died in flash floods.

In Berlin, it will be four other basketball teams fighting for the medals tonight. The semi-finals are France (they eliminated Italy which had beaten Serbia) vs. Poland (they beat Slovenia), and Spain (they beat Finland) vs. Germany (they beat Greece). All three top NBA stars – Giannis, Jokić, Luka – are out. Imagine all the bets ruined. The first semi has finished by now. France thrashed Poland by 41 points. No comment.

It is always a pain to discover that your heroes aren’t all that heroic. I’d love to know the reasons for their subpar performance against Poland (down 19 after the first half, up 5, only to lose by 3 with Luka getting a painkiller shot midway and later claiming it was all his fault, which of course it wasn’t), just so to stay away from them myself. I wish to stay the hero of my life.

Today it’s better, still raining but the thunder happens more rarely, bestia is sleeping calmly next to me, I saw some friends, and I’m ready to share some doors again.

They are from our daytrip to Maribor, the second Slovenian city, where sister took me on Monday and we strolled around with our (other) uncle. It was a most excellent day but as you can see in the second half of the gallery, my camera is still in some sort of error. The trouble is worst when it has to face bright white surfaces or the sky. The effect it creates is of a science fiction movie. Who knows, it may be where we are headed.

“Compost capitalism”.

Dog whisperer.

Into new doors and victories.

I liked this view in.

The green trio.

The oldest grapevine in the world, 440 years old.

The view of the vine from our table.

The Drava river from our table.

A lovely one in the shadows.

A wild one in the sun.

Danger on the edge of town.

Take the weather with you.

Whitewashed and ominous.

A peculiar one and more vine.

Cultural and Musical Den “KGB”.

A survivor.

For all Tims who might be searching for their pub.

As if all the blood were sucked out of it.

For Thursday Doors challenge hosted by Dan at No Facilities