Leaving Skradin we drove south along the delightful Dalmatian Coast and as we did so the weather started to deteriorate with huge bilious clouds building over the Mosor Mountains that rise to almost one thousand four hundred metres and were collecting the grey and preventing it moving north as they rushed in from the sea and built instead into columns of threatening anger.
To the west by contrast the sky was clear and the sun was shining but to the east and over the land it was not nearly so pleasant. We drove past the town of Primosten and the city of Trogir, leaving these for another day, and carried on to Split, which is Croatia’s second largest city after the capital Zagreb.
Because of its strategic importance Split suffered damage during the war and probably the most tragic incident of all occurred in November 1991 when the Yugoslavian frigate named Split fired shells at the city. The damage was insignificant and there were only a few casualties but this was the only time in history that a city has been bombarded by a military vessel bearing its own name.
I’m still waiting to see if you’ll get to where I lived for the first year of my life.
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I thought you were further north, Istria perhaps?
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Yes, but still in Croatia.
Mali Lošinj (Italian: Lussinpiccolo)
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This is a tragic story: to be shelled by your namesake.
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Yes indeed!
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