xx Yugoslavia

Port subcall! Far at the world then, strange, fascinating lands beckon us, bid us rebel and their exotic spenders,

come with us as we head for Port subcall! Along the eastern shore of the Aviatic Sea lies Yugoslavia, whose name means land of the southern Slavs. It was christened at the time of the Great War, but only its name is new.

For centuries, the Slavic people who lived in this region were divided into the tiny kingdoms of Croatia, Bosnia, Serbia, Martindi Groh, Dalmatia, and other principalities, whose very names are now almost forgotten. Turkey occupied Serbia for 500 years.

Austrian-Hungary claimed parts of this domain, but the southern Slavs never lost their sense of nationality, and their fiery hearts flung fiercely to the memory of their ancient glory. Almost every fertile plain and rocky gorge in Yugoslavia has been branched with the blood of her soldier sons in their desperate struggles to claim their land as their own.

Causing the Blue-Aid reatic, we anchor in the harbor of Dubrovnik, ancient vaguusa. This tiny city, whose borders can be skirted at less than an hour, was once an independent republic known as the city of refuge.

Its rocky streets and thick-walled houses have sheltered fugitives from many lands, kings, generals, cardinals, friend and foe alike. earthquakes have devastated the ancient city and conquering horrors overrun it. But the broken walls, even now, seem defiantly to guard the peaceful citizens.

And in the crumbling watchtowers, gay flowers hide the gaps that time has made. But we aren't going to regress in the least. Oh yes we are, Bob. I'm going to see that old Roman palace.

They say Diocletian brought a mysterious black thing from Egypt for it, and there's a secret inscription on it that no one can read. But we can see it when we come back from Sotina. We may not come back this way.