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Understanding Something DifferentBy Becka
Early in the day on November 15th,
we went to
look for a club in Dubrovnik we were told was hard to find. Club I returned the 17th and from a distance it looked somewhat foreboding, the only light shape behind the darkened building of the hospital, even though we’d been there twice before. Croatian youth stood on the steps, dressed mostly in black, long hair and leather. Metal heads? There were patches on back-packs and jackets broadcasting the latest awesome punk band, much like the “punk scene” at home. This was the first time I’d seen the stoop so crowded. Through the door rock music was blaring, 20 Kuna and a hand stamp later and we were inside. It looked as dead inside as our previous two visits, a few people lined the walls talking, some stood at the bar, drinking and laughing. Three beers and a deck of cards in the corner; half-way through our game some guys filed into the room and watched. One paid particular attention and I wondered what he saw. Four people around a table, dressed in sweaters, long sleeve shirts, big hoodies and jackets behind them on the shelf. Nervous as he approached, beer and cards, talking loudly in English above the music. Did we represent the American youth or just a part of it, as he did for us?
Before the band began, he came closer and talked for a
bit. He seemed to make a game of
pretending he knew very little English, making fun of us.
All in good humor, it seemed. A
sea of kids filed into the main room,
dressed in clothing we’d consider punk at home, to watch a Hip Hop band
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