Ljubljana, Slovenija: a little nostalgic

Thoughts were rolling faster than the wheels. Landscape unfolding in front of my eyes, covered with that special beginning-of-September light, triggered my memories. Signs of the past everywhere, so the verses of my childhood started chanting: "Pera iz solitera..." / Pera from the skyscaper, it was a little poem we used to like. And then we stopped and took a deep breath. In Ljubljana.I am not Slovenian by nationality, I belong a little bit more to the north-east (Serbia), but somehow, meeting this country, was meeting a part of me and my heritage.
Us, the ones born in this part of the world, we are blessed with a sort of nostalgia, that we carry with us everywhere we go. The coldness of the Alps cools it down a little, but only apparently, because from what I learned until now, Austrians themselves are a little nostalgic too...
Happy Thursday!