27th july 2007 - vilkovo

hours and hours of interviews. My age old conflict with hage starts up again. He - the one who has led my agenda with great passion and engagement for 18 years now and become my publisher, promoter, tour organiser and friend – still doesn't understand my defensive behaviour towards media representatives. It is all for my good. Communication is multiplication. I am too sceptical of the quantitative thinking.

The arrival is vilkovo is just as warm and friendly as in donji milanovac. Everyone here is on their feet, the mayor and his wife present me with bread consecrated by the local patriarch and a jug of wine. Many people have put on their best clothes, no small number of them are in traditional costume. There is dancing and celebration.

Only a few journalists are smarting. It's too provincial for them. They try in vain to skip the concert and spend the evening in odessa instead. Coming from the province themselves, they look for paradise in the urban area. Here at the end of the danube there is nothing more to multiply. The boundaries between multiplier and multiplicant dissolve.

It’s not a good basis for the people who make a living from such divisions and want to split the world into top/bottom, left/right, good and bad.

We sing and play with haydamaky into the wee hours on the "village square"; they play old, melancholy songs and we our yodels and folk songs from back home. Saying goodbye is only made bearable by making plans for the future.