The Never Ending Search for Home

With the ever increasing globalisation occurring in the world today, we are fast becoming a population of foreigners. The reasons for people migrating vary dramatically; economic reasons, adventure, love, or even forced migration are all reasons for packing up and leaving  the familiar.
However recently, a new type of migration has been revealed and termed 'existential migration'. Studies into this subject (Madison 2006) reveal that many people choose to migrate voluntarily in order to become a foreigner, often to find themselves and find where they belong.
In my teenage years, I never thought of moving abroad. I enjoyed holidays but the actual idea of making it more permanent never entered my head. As the years went by, I finished college, then university and found my self in a long term relationship and with a mortgage.
I found myself becoming increasingly unhappy. As my life passed by I often wondered what more there was to life. Is this really it? You spend most of your childhood wanting to be an adult and no sooner do you get there do you become bitterly disappointed.
I wanted more, but what more is there? Slowly but surely my friends were settling down, getting married, having children and being really happy about the fact. I loved my boyfriend but we had a turbulent relationship and I became increasingly aware of the fact I wasn't going to spend the rest of my life with him.
One day, It all came to a head. The conversation I had been dreading arrived, he wanted to get engaged. There and then I decided this was the end. I took a leap of faith. I ended the relationship, got a new job and moved to Ireland.
Due to unforeseen circumstances, I later moved back but found myself more down than ever. I felt like a foreigner in my own country. I struggled to make new friends that I had something in common with and drifted away from old friends who were by now, leading completely different lives to that of mine. I hated my job, and I hated my life. I longed for excitement.
In September 2010 I moved to Prague. Determined to make a new life for myself I found a new job, new flat, and new friends. I loved it all and life again became exciting. Only now, nearly 2 years down the line, the initial excitement is waning. I feel no sense of belonging, and no sense of where is home. Visits back to England are awkward and ungratifying. I love my family, but that's the only love or attachment I feel. I'm officially lost and increasingly suspicious I will never find 'home'. I don't know where to go from here. I have become an existential migrator.
The study into this form of migration revealed that, like myself, these people no longer feel at home anywhere, in a word, homeless. Forever chasing that excitement, and feeling of self discovery. As our lives become more mobile, this my signal the start of a growing problem as more and more people no longer feel that sense of belonging.
I may sound all doom and gloom, but as I look back and think of what might have been, had I not took that leap of faith, I know I made the right decision. Expanding my horizons has been the best thing that has ever happened to me and I wouldn't change it for the world. Do I really need a home? Can home be determined by a geographical location? In this process not only have I discovered more about myself, but I feel alive, a reason for my existence. Surely that's not a bad thing?

Auschwitz I & Auschwitz II Birkenau

"The one who does not remember history is bound to live through it again" 

George Santayana

In a little town called Oświęcim (Auschwitz is the German pronunciation of this town), not far from Kraków and Katowice in Poland, lies two of the Nazi concentration camps where collectively more than 1.3 million people were murdered. Surely the worst atrocities seen in modern times were committed here between the years of 1941 to 1945, and contrary to what a lot of people think, they weren't all Jewish.

It's interesting to note at this point, that on my way there, I commented that it was a shame it hadn't snowed. Given the many images that circle my head of the Holocaust, much of the footage was in the harsh winter months when victims were made to stand outside all day with no shoes, or even naked, with freezing water poured over them as punishment. Many froze to death. Had it of snowed, I thought it would have added to the eerie and bleak atmosphere Auschwitz creates. No sooner had I said this the sky turned a dark grey and snow began to descend.

I've thought long and hard about how to approach this article. I have read alot of what occurred in this very place and yet no article in my opinion has done it justice, I say this because, in my opinion words cannot convey the tragedies that occurred here. I don't even think I could possibly do it justice either. Nothing could prepare me for what I saw that day, and so after careful consideration I knew exactly what to do. I would let the photographs I took that day tell the story.

Arguably the most infamous sign in Auschwitz is the sign above the main entrance gate to Auschwitz I that reads 'Arbeit Macht Frei' (work sets you free). Several ironic slogan signs were dotted around the camp at the time.

The entrance to Auschwitz II Birkenau including the train lines where many of the prisoners arrived. Once the train had come to a stop, hundreds of prisoners appeared from the carriages and stepped onto the ramp. Women and children were separated from the men and there and then it was decided who was fit for work (this amounted to around 25%). The rest were led straight to the gas chambers.

Suitcases were immediately confiscated and mostly sent to Germany to be recycled and sold.

 

Prisoners being sent to the gas chambers were told that they were going to take a shower to avoid panic. Once inside the changing area, they were told to strip naked and led to the chamber. The doors were locked and cyklon B gas pellets were dropped in through a hole in the roof. After 20 to 40 minutes, the corpses were retrieved and stripped of jewellery and even gold teeth. This was then melted down and sold. Even hair was removed to make fabric.

Corpses were placed on the metal runners and incinerated.

The bunker turned gas chamber.

 In the background you can see the chimney in which the smoke from the incinerators came from. The smell filled the air with a foul stench. This remained undetected due to the fact the surrounding villages had their occupants removed by the Nazis.

Scratches on the inside wall of the gas chamber

The execution wall. Many prisoners were made to strip naked then were escorted to the wall where they were shot in the back of the head. In the building to the right of the wall many atrocities happened. Prisoners were locked in cells and left after being sentenced to death by starvation. Others were made to stand in tiny cells until they died of exhaustion. The basement of the building also housed the room where the first experimental mass murder was committed using cyclon B gas. This was mostly trial and error until the correct formula and time was calculated. In the building to the left of the execution wall, several hundred women prisoners were used as guinea pigs mostly by Gynaecologist Prof Dr. Clauberg for sterilisation experiments. Some died from the treatment administered to them, others were murdered so autopsies could be carried out on them. Those who survived were left with horrific permanent injuries. Experiments by other SS officers were also carried out here.

An example of a carriage used to transport prisoners to the camp in Auschwitz Birkanau

Electric fencing surrounds the entire perimeters of the two camps to keep prisoners from escaping. The families of those who succeeded, were captured and paraded around the camp with signs above them saying why they had been brought to the camp to warn other prisoners what would happen. They were imprisoned until the escapees were recaptured.

One of many warning signs dotted around the camp.

A memorial to all the victims of Auschwitz Birkinau

 I hope that by writing this, as difficult as it was, people will understand that whilst most travelling gives us happy memories, others do not. For me this was educational, and a wake up call to why, as human beings we should live in harmony with other races and religions, stand up, and make sure something like this is not allowed to happen ever again.

Thank you for taking your time to read this article.

10 things you can do on a plane (or a train, or a coach!)

We've all been there, long journeys, extreme boredom, sardines in a tin. Never a problem for those of us who can afford first or business class but unfortunately I am not one of them.

Over the past year and a half of living in Prague, I have spent a fair chunk of my time travelling. Last year I had the luxury of a Eurolines business class coach to and from Croatia (which was a bonus because I'd only paid for economy!). I also flew business class on a business trip to England which was great (lounge, tons of food, fast pass through security, everything!). If I could afford it I would always travel this way, however, I cant.

I used to love flying, but these days it really stresses me out, I just cant relax. I have some confounding issues regarding crowded places that have developed over the past 2 or so years. 200 + people all trying to cram into a little metal tube does nothing for my anxiety. I end up landing a nervous wreck and invariably doing something stupid (such as causing a bomb scare by leaving my baggage in Manchester airport last Christmas Eve - true story). So, to try and attempt to preserve whats left of my mental health I thought I'd come up with some ideas to alleviate the stress whilst travelling.

• Ipod / Iphone / Ipad- I never go on a trip without my Iphone. Make sure batteries are fully charged and loaded with your favourite tunes then plug your earphones in and you're away. If you're lucky enough to have a coach with wifi, you can use the Internet too whilst you're outside your home country to avoid those dreaded roaming charges (however please be aware that on these wifi enabled coaches the signal is invariably crap).
• Take your laptop and have some films ready. This passes alot of time and you can concentrate on the film (rather than the fact you're in a small space crammed with people). If your mode of transport has plug sockets, great! If it doesn't, take a spare battery.
• If you're travelling with your partner, participate in the mile high club?! Whilst this well known phrase is usually reserved for planes, there is no reason why it cant be extended to trains. I advise you not to try try it on a coach, I've seen bigger shoe boxes than coach toilets, not my idea of fun. If you're contortionists you may still consider it. My friend told me he recently had some solo me time in the toilet of a train, if you're on your own, I guess this is also an option! I will pass on that one though.
• Play Alive! You've read the book or seen the film right?! Well, have a look around the cabin.... You're travelling in adverse weather conditions. Suddenly, the plane begins to shake, and before you know it you've crash landed in the middle of nowhere (or broken down). But, your alive (hooray!). Now all you need to decide is, if you aren't rescued in the next few days, who looks the tastiest? Don't choose the biggest person, they're likely to have all kind of nasty toxins in their bodies, think along the lines of someone not skinny, but who works out a bit, think lean! Ok, this is just a bit of fun, don't take it too seriously! If you're scared of flying this is probably not the best of games to play. Being ex cabin crew myself, I'm most definitely not scared of flying so this game is fun for me! 
• Pretend you have just got married (this only works if you're travelling with someone!). Sweet talk the cabin crew into giving you an upgrade (If you don't ask you don't get!). This may be your best and only chance of ever flying business or first class, grab it!
• Stretch your legs. Sitting down in the same position slows your blood flow and can stagnate, which can lead to DVT. Simply walking to the toilet, stretching your legs on the way is sufficient. On a coach, there is usually 10 or 20 minute breaks. Use this time to get off the coach, have a stretch and a walk around. You will feel much better. Drink lots of water too.
• Read a book, or even the air plane magazine. I always read these and usually take them with me, most are free to take. They are full of great articles and often some great tips on things to do at your destination.
• Sleep. This is a good time to catch up on it if the journey is particularly long. The other week I had a nap in the carriage of a train from Krakow to Wroclaw. You wake up more refreshed, alert and ready for the day ahead. It can be hard to sleep whilst moving but its worth it if you can.
• Bring some travel guides of your destination. Depending on how long you are going for you could plan your itinerary whilst on the plane! If you're feeling adventurous, learn some basic phrases of your destination country. I can guarantee you if you learn a few things the locals will be much more appreciative of you.
• If all else fails play whack a mole! Its simple. All you need to do is kick the seats in front of you. When their heads pop up to find out what the commotion is, WHACK EM! Ok, this is a joke, but if you're really bored....

Blue Monday (The rantings of a travelling Manc!!!)

Firstly, I think I need to apologise for not writing anything on here for a while. Why? Well, a combination of things really... Christmas, busyness and that unfortunate thing most of us have to do... work! I'd like to say I write full time but I'm not so lucky! I have to go out, get stressed, bring the pennies in and pay bills like most of us mere mortals.

Also, it's difficult time of year. It's cold, miserable and grey. Last year it snowed in November and didn't let up till March. Not the case this year, just pure grimness :( Looking out the window doesn't inspire me to leave my warm comfy flat, and so I haven't had anything remotely interesting to write about. Inspiration is at an all time low and procrastination at an all time high!

Which leads me nicely onto why I'm writing this article. Apparently, some nerdy scientist 'calculated' (I use these terms loosely) that the Monday just gone, i.e, 23rd January is officially the most depressing day of this year. Personally, I think this so called 'calculation' is a load of rubbish (I sincerely hope he wasn't paid for this research!) but I do believe this January, at least for me, has been depressing beyond belief, and the worst thing is, I can't quite pin point exactly why I am feeling like this.

Having said that, January is a depressing time for many. Grey skies, rain, and a serious deficiency in sunlight is enough to affect anyone's mood. Post Christmas blues add to this. Mostly, were skint, and opening presents on a Christmas morning is but a distant memory (more so for me as I live in a different country than my family) and finally our bodies being shocked from all the calorific rubbish we gorged on only to be swapped for lettuce, lettuce and more lettuce (I feel sorry for poor rabbits).

Are you all depressed by this article yet???!!! Read on, it gets better!

Well here's the good news... the end of January is upon us (YAY!) and soon the temperatures will rise, pasty skin will be no more and we'll all be running round in minimal clothing! I, for one, cannot wait.

So now Blue Monday has officially passed, we can cheer the **** up and look forward to sunnier climes, hooray! 

This gets me onto thinking of holidays. Where should I go this year? Anyone who knows me knows that I'm a hardcore Croatia fan. I've visited so many times I couldn't mentally begin to count. Words cannot express how beautiful and amazing the country is. If you haven't been then book a flight ASAP, you will not regret it. Given half the chance, I  wouldn't leave it.

Aside from my lovely Hrvatski, there are other places I intend on going to this year. I am on the verge of booking a flight to Porto, to go and visit my lovely friend who I miss dearly. I haven't been to Portugal before so it would be a new experience for me (plus a cheap holiday, bonus!).

I also have my eye on Malta. I have been before and it is also extremely beautiful, I would definitely like to see more of it. Unfortunately when I did go last, it was marred by bad memories as I was in a particularly bad situation (one word.... ex. Eugh, says it all doesn't it?). I hope that by going again my memories will be more positive ones that I think of in the future, and not the negative ones I currently think of.

I have also been invited to Dubai for a holiday, but I am bound by the restraints of money (boo!) which is a big shame as I would love to go...maybe at the latter end of the year I may be able to if I can keep my prying eyes away from those clothes shops windows (who am I trying to kid?!).

But of course plenty of weekend jaunts await me! Living in a landlocked country has its benefits after all in that there are plenty of countries surrounding me and are relatively inexpensive to visit by train or coach. I'm a regular to Berlin and have just returned from Krakow (amazing btw!). Also there is much to see in the Czech Republic still so I guess all this will keep me busy for the next 12 months!

Finally if any of you have any suggestions or live somewhere beautiful then please do share. I love listening about other peoples adventures!

So please, don't be like me and be sad this January, the worst is over and the best is yet to come. Happy 2012 and I hope it's a great one for everybody!

Haworth - Brontë Country

The area known as the Brontë Country is a widespread area which straddles the West Yorkshire and East Lancashire Pennines area in the North of England and includes many landmarks thought to be associated with the Brontë family and the their novels, the epicentre being Haworth. They moved here when their father was appointed curate of Haworth in 1820.
Charlotte's novel Jane Eyre (1847), Emily's Wuthering Heights (1847), and Anne's The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (1848) were all written whilst living at the Parsonage. Looking out across the barren landscape you can easily imagine where they got their inspiration from. With the release of a new film adaptation of Wuthering Heights due to be released in the next week, as well as the recent release of Jane Eyre, there has been renewed interest in the area in which most of their inspiration was acquired for their novels and poetry.
As you walk down the high street in Haworth, you are instantly taken back in time. The old apothecary (where Branwell allegedly bought his opium from), Mrs Beighton's sweet shop, and a clothes shop where you can buy old fashioned linen wear line the streets as well as little cafes, bakery's and various related shops. The chippy, although modern, I must admit, is rather tasty, although afternoon tea in one of the cafes is also a must! Or perhaps you may want a beer in the black bull pub? Beware though, its rumoured to be haunted and Branwell was also a frequent visitor!
The Brontë Parsonage Museum (www.bronte.info) in Haworth will be putting on special events to coincide with the launch of Wuthering Heights, including two evenings dedicated to Emily Brontë (16th and 23rd November) and a talk by the film's screenwriter, Olivia Hetreed (9th December). An annual event, taking place on 12th November is the traditional Scroggling the Holly event where a procession of children, dressed in Victorian clothes, welcome Santa and the Christmas spirit to the village. For more information on events in the village visit www.haworth-village.org.uk/
For accommodation look no further than Cowside, the newest self-catering property from the Landmark Trust (www.landmarktrust.org.uk). Situated in the Yorkshire Dales north of Haworth, this remote 18th-century farmstead has flagstone floors, an inglenook fireplace and a backdrop of rolling hills. The ultimate Wuthering Heights experience for any aspiring Heathcliffe or Catherine!!!

A Halloween special- Delving into Prague's gruesome past

Around this time of year, we all hear horror stories, ghost tales, and gory legends. Most are just make believe, but in Prague, some of these are very real. Some say that Prague is the most haunted city in Europe. Whatever the truth may be, Prague has certainly had a bloody history.
The old town square (Staroměstské náměstí) has been for a long time, Prague's main political and cultural centre dating back from around the 12th century. Here you can find the  astronomical clock (Pražský orloj).
This mechanical clock has had an unfortunate history. The tower that houses the clock was originally built in 1381. The original clock wasn't added till 1410 by clockmaker Mikulas of Kadan with the astronomer Šindel who was also a professor of mathematics at Prague Charles University. In the past it was believed that a craftsman called Mr Hanuš installed the clock, but in fact he only carried out some repairs of it in 1490 and is also thought to have added the calendar dial underneath.
It is said the the local councillors feared he may go on to help design other great clocks in Europe, so to prevent this from happening they had his eyes burned out with red hot pokers. When Mr Hanuš realised why this had been done to him, he got revenge by having an accomplice take him to the tower. He climbed up to the clock and pulled a secret lever that stopped the clock from working for many years. Many tried to repair it but if they succeeded it would only be for a few weeks before it stopped again.
In 1787 the clock narrowly escaped being sold for scrap iron before being rescued by watchmaker Jan Landesberg but it wasn't until the 1860's before the calendar and the rest of the mechanisms began to work.
A fire in 1864 caused some damage but worse was to come. The whole building was burnt down in 1945 by the Nazis taking with it the city archives. After much effort, the damage was repaired and replaced to how it is seen today. Could all this destruction have something to do with Mr Hanuš?

In the Old Town Square you can also see a memorial to Jan Hus, the 14th Century Priest who was burnt at the stake on 6th July 1415 after being accused of heresy. As the Dean of the Charles University of Prague, he had many followers and criticised various catholic practises. Ex-communicated by the pope in 1410, he was later invited by the pope to the council in Constance to renounce his ideas. After refusing, he was sentenced to death. A high paper hat was placed on top of his head, with the inscription "Haeresiarcha" (meaning the leader of a heretical movement).
The executioners undressed Hus and tied his hands behind his back with ropes, and bound his neck with a chain to a stake around which wood and straw had been piled up so that it covered him to the neck.  The imperial marshal, Von Pappenheim asked him to recant but again he refused saying "God is my witness that the things charged against me I never preached. In the same truth of the Gospel which I have written, taught, and preached, drawing upon the sayings and positions of the holy doctors, I am ready to die today." His ashes were later thrown in the Rhine.
Soon after, on the 9th of March, 1422, Jan Želivský, a popular Hussite priest and a radical representative of the Hussite reformation, was invited to the Old Town Hall. When he arrived, the door was bolted and the executioner summoned, who then decapitated Želivský and 9 or 12 of his followers. Želivský's followers outside saw blood begin to trickle out of the building. They forced their way in to get their leader's head, which they then carried through Prague on a platter. Afterwards, they retaliated with equal violence.
As you walk round the Square today you will see 27 crosses embedded in the stone cobbles representing the 27 noblemen that were executed on what is called  "the Day of Blood" by the protestants for their role in dethroning the Habsburg Ferdinand and naming Friedrich as King of Bohemia. As punishment, the victims were executed in order from high to low rank by means of decapitation. 12 of those heads were displayed for 10 years after on Charles Bridge. Earlier this year an art group added an extra cross to acknowledge a said 28th victim  named Martin Fruvejn. It was said he committed suicide but it is more likely he was tortured to death before the executions took place.

So perhaps this is why many think Prague is so haunted? When so much death and destruction has occurred over the years in one place, it may be wise to keep a look over your shoulder, should you dare to wander the Old Town streets alone at night....

Communism in Czechoslovakia - You couldn't get laundry detergent, but you could get your Brainwashed

When walking round Prague today, with it's fast food stands, big billboards and the odd strip club, it can be sometimes hard to imagine it's communist past. But if you happen to find yourself wondering in the vicinity of Wenceslas Square (Václavské náměstí), the chances are you may find Prague's Museum of Communism, located above a McDonald's and a casino (oh the irony!).

So one day, I found myself doing exactly this. As you ascend the staircase and catch your first glimpse of the museum, you are greeted immediately with gift shop items intermingled with various Soviet style artifacts. The slogan for the title was taken from a postcard in the gift shop. As you make your way around, you are taken on a journey through time, starting with Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels and concluding with the eventual fall of both communism and the Berlin Wall.

As well as the various artifacts on display, strategically placed plaques guide you along explaining the stories behind them as well as in depth explanations as to what happened over the years.

The highlight for me was the interrogation room. This mock office style room where various people would be interrogated was strangely eerie. Plaques on the wall describe how the secret police became the most powerful figures of this regime. By means of threats and blackmailing, the secret police managed to discredit even the top representatives of the party.

WARNING! Border Zone. Enter only on authorization.

As suspicion and paranoia rose, over 100,000 citizens were interrogated and sentenced for all manner of reasons, often they were completely innocent. By the late 80's, over 200,000 people had worked as spies. There is also a description of the trials of the party members where the 'Prague process' resulted in 11 party members being sentenced to death and executed, and a further 3 receiving life imprisonment. After the accused were executed, they were cremated and their remains were used for sprinkling on the icy roads. The head investigator Doubek was rewarded by promotion and a gift of 30,000Kc for the convictions and false confessions obtained through means of torture.

If you want to learn about Czech's communist past, the Museum of Communism is a great place to start. But there are also other places you can go.

Situated in the vicinity of Letna park, and occupying a prominent position over the city of Prague, is the monodrome. Erected in 1991, it is a replacement of the giant 30 metre high statue of Stalin that once stood there, commissioned by the party. Construction work commenced in 1950 and lasted lasted 5 years. It was finally unveiled on May 1st 1955, 2 years after Stalin had died. Not even the architect of the sculpture (Otakar Švec) lived to see the day, he committed suicide before he got to see his greatest commission complete. The monument lasted 7 years, before the party had it demolished in 1962. The locals (mostly young skateboarders) who frequent the area, often still refer to the place as 'Stalin'. 

Wenceslas Square (Václavské náměstí) staged many a demonstration during the communism era, most notably being the suicide of a young, 21 year old named Jan Palach in January 1969. In protest against the occupation of Czechoslovakia and the regime, the student set himself on fire in the square. Suffering 85% burns, he was taken to hospital where he lived for 3 days. Following this, there was a march of citizens in his honour, and was for a long time, the last mass demonstration against communism. A month after Palach's suicide, another student, 18 year old student, Jan Zajik, committed suicide in the exact same way by setting himself on fire. Initially, Palach was buried in Prague, his funeral attended by 750,000 people, but fearing that his grave may become somewhat of a shrine, in 1973, his body was exhumed by the police and moved to the country. At the top of Wenceslas Square, in front of the Czech National Museum, there is a memorial embedded in the stones, dedicated to him.

Wenceslas Square today

A peaceful demonstration (which was fully approved by the Communist party) commemorating International Students Day, and the fiftieth anniversary of the murder of students by the Nazi government was also held on Wenceslas Square on November 17th 1989. This ended in violence when the riot police intercepted the protesters on Narodni Street and beat them before they could get to the square. This was the beginning of the Velvet Revolution. Over the course of November and December demonstrations gained momentum and were taking place almost daily. By November 20th, an estimated half a million protesters had joined in the demonstrations. Victory was gained by the people on November 28th when the Communist Party of Czechoslovakia sensed its defeat and agreed to give up their monopoly on political power.

In the lesser town, under Petřín hill, Újezd Street, is a memorial dedicated to the victims of the regime from 1948-1989, unveiled in May 2002. It consists of seven bronze human figures descending some stone steps and is the work of Olbram Zoubek, a famous Czech sculptor and architects Jan Kerel and Zdeněk Holzel. The first figure is complete, but as you look at the figures further back they are gradually missing more and more body parts, and seemingly splitting open until eventually, at the back, there is nothing left. These disintegrating figures represent the gradual mental and physical deterioration of man living under the totalitarian regime.

On the stairs there is some writing on a bronze strip that runs down the middle, that shows the estimated numbers of those affected by Communism. It says that 205,486 were arrested, 170,938 were forced into exile, 4,500 died in prison, 327 were shot trying to escape and 248 were executed. The bronze plaque nearby reads "The memorial to the victims of communism is dedicated to all victims not only those who were jailed or executed but also those whose lives were ruined by totalitarian despotism".

Looking around Prague now, bustling with tourists on a late summers day, one can only be grateful to those people who helped to bring this regime to an end by toppling the government, for they are the reason that everyone walking around today no longer has to live in fear of this regime.

Roman Pula

As you wander through the streets of Pula, there are many striking remnants of its great Roman history, the most spectacular being the ampitheatre occupying a large space just outside the main centre.
Constructed between 27 B.C and 68 A.D from limestone, the structure is still in remarkable condition and is just as breathtaking as its Italian counterparts. In fact, it is the only remaining Roman ampitheatre in the world to still have four side towers and three Roman Orders preserved in their entirety. It is located outside the town walls on the Via Flavia, the road that linked Pula to Rome and Aquileia. It was used up until the 5th century A.D for gladatorial combat until the emporer Honorius forbade it. However, the use of convicts and wild animals were still used there up until the 7th Century A.D.

Today the magnificent structure is still being used regularly. For around 40 Kuna (5 GBP) you can take a look around for yourself, or for a little extra, some headsets to guide you around with in depth detail. Underneath the ampitheatre, there are many archaeological exhibits found in the area all of Roman origin. 

There are also concerts held on a regular basis. Many notable artists have performed shows here including Elton John, Norah Jones, Anastasia and Sting to name a few, and recently, the premiere of the latest (and last) installment of Harry Potter (And The Deathly Hallows - Part 2) was shown to a crowd of around 6000 locals (beats your local cinema anyday eh?!).

The Temple of Augustus, named after the Emperor (you guessed it!) Augustus and probably built within his lifetime around 2 B.C and 14 A.D,  resides beside the Communal Palace in the Forum square, metres from Pula's scenic harbour. It has served a variety of uses, such as a temple, church, a store and a granary. Almost completely destroyed by bombing in 1944, it was reconstructed in 1947.

Another notable structure is the Arch of Sergii (The Golden Gate). An imposing structure built around 29 to 27 B.C honours the three Sergii brothers whose family had high standing in Pola (as Pula was known in Roman days). The gate and accompanying wall was pulled down sometime during the 19th century as the city expanded outside of these walls. These days numerous performances are held in the square which is located next to Giardini.

The twin gates stand below Pula's archaeological museum. These gates and their walls were destroyed and reconstructed many times through the ages and is the oldest part of this Roman defensive system having being built around 45 B.C, roughly around the time that the Roman colony became established in Pola.

Also, an interesting Roman mosaic depicts the mythical scene of The Punishment of Dirce (Amphion and Zethus are tying Dirce to an enraged bull, since out of envy Dirce had been cruel to their mother Antiope), was uncovered shortly after the second World War underneath some houses that were destroyed. Tucked away behind a building further down the shopping street of Via Sergia, a small sign guides you to it (if your observational skills are up to scratch!). This is estimated to have been created sometime around the 3rd century A.D.

For more archaeological finds dating throughout history, highlighting Pula's rich heritage, be sure to check out the Archaeology museum located by Carrarina Ulica above the Twin Gates. Being on top of a hill, if you walk around, you can find spectacular views across the harbour (I highly recommend a picnic at this point!).

For any budding historian, or if you have children who are studying Roman history at school, Pula is definately a place not to be missed. Definately worthy of an A grade I'd say!

The Museum of Broken Relationships, Zagreb, Croatia - Something everyone can relate to!

Starting off as a travelling exhibition, and touring over 20 different countries, this collection of exhibits grew in such popularity, it is now permanently housed in the Upper Town of Zagreb, Croatia. This year it has won the Kenneth Hudson Award 2011 for the most innovative museum in Europe and was also runner up for Museum of the year 2011.
Now I have to admit, museums aren't really my cup of tea. When I think of most museums , I envisage them as being full of the intellectual types, stood there rubbing their chins, or worse, a bunch of school kids being irritatingly loud. But the name intrigued me and I've heard about it on more than several occasions so I decided that this time, as I travel to Zagreb frequently, to see what all the talk is about.
The idea is, that members of the public are free to donate any objects that are symbolic of a previous failed relationship. To go alongside it, you write a short story describing why the object in question is important, and what happened. There is everything in there from cuddly toys to a vibrator (much to my amusement)!
Now this could have gone either way. It is described as being a 'concept of failed relationships and their ruins'. So, in other words, I could walk out feeling happy that none of my past relationships could have been as bad or become instantly depressed with suicidal tendencies suddenly emerging. Turns out, it was brilliant! Some sad stories, some light hearted, some even heartwarming.

My personal favourite was:
A STUPID FRISBEE
2 years and 2 months, Belgrade – Zagreb
Description: a stupid Frisbee, brought in a thrift store, was my ex-boyfriend’s brilliant idea – as a second anniversary gift. The moral was obviously that he should be smacked with it in the middle of his face the next time he gets such a fantastic idea. Since the relationship is now preceded by the word “ex,” the Frisbee remains in the Museum as a nice memory and expelled negative energy. Feel free to borrow it if you like.
PS Darling, should you ever get a ridiculous idea to walk into a cultural institution like a museum for the first time in your life, you will remember me. At least have a good laugh (the only thing you could do on your own).
The frisbee in question wasn't actually on display, it was instead in London at the temporary exhibition there. In its place was a photo of said frisbee. Nearby hung a pair of ivory coloured suspenders. Its previous owners explained in the short story that she was bought them as a present from a former boyfriend but never wore them. She later came to conclusion that maybe if she had of, the relationship would have lasted longer!

I would recommend anyone with a sense of humour to go see this. Everyone can relate to the heartbreak and anger experienced both in and post relationships, which is perhaps why the exhibition has become so popular and at 20 Kuna per person (around 2.50 GBP) entry fee, its well worth it. Don't leave Zagreb without seeing it!

Ever woken up one day and felt the need to pack all your belongings and just go?

Of course you have, we all have. Most of the time, we suppress these feelings and carry on with our lives. It was last year when I last had this urge. Although I've had these feelings many times in the past, this was different, I had an overwhelming compulsion to just get up and go. So that's exactly what I did.
Its reported daily in the news about the mass immigration that's happened in Britain, but emigration is rarely spoken about, but its on the rise. A little over a year ago I clutched my one way plane ticket to Prague. Ever since, practically on a daily basis I am asked why I decided to move here. The problem is, I don't really have an answer.
But what I do know is that I wasn't enjoying life back in Britain. As the recession took hold in Britain things just seemed to get worse. I was made redundant from a job I enjoyed, and to add to the insult, it took 6 whole long months to find another job. I'd had several jobs since then too but nothing worked out, I wasn't happy. Also, I was living near my mother who had moved there 2 years before me. She loved it but I was in no way convinced. It was a very pretty but strange town, about 40 minutes drive from Manchester, with rolling green fields, and It was difficult to make friends. Most people in the town had lived there all their lives and their friends were all from childhood, I had literally nothing in common with them. I made a remark one day to an old friend, which is when it all clicked into place, I felt like a foreigner. Rather odd considering I am British but nevertheless, that is exactly how felt.
I got talking to another old friend with whom I hadn't been in contact with for 10 years. We shared similar views and got on rather well, in fact much better than we had 10 years previously! The most important view we shared is that we felt we needed to get away. In the following months we spoke endlessly about moving away, what we could do, all fantasies really. But then one day, something changed. It had occurred to me that this could be more than just a fantasy, I could make it reality. After all, I had nothing to stop me and no responsibilities. So one night, it was decided. We moved to Prague a week later. The next day I handed my notice in at work, and my boss was surprised. "Have you got a job to go to or a place to stay"? "No"! But nothing could change my mind, I had booked the ticket the moment I decided so that I wouldn't do just that!
The next week was spent going through my belongings and throwing away or selling everything I couldn't take. As time flew I soon found myself on that plane, landing in Prague. It was a pleasant early September evening. We got the bus into the city centre and decided to go and find a hostel to stay in for the night. We would find somewhere to live the next day. Well that was the plan anyways, but shortly after the hostel idea was scrapped and a very kind person offered us lodgings for the night.  The next day we found a flat and several weeks later we had jobs. And I can say for sure, making that move was the best decision I ever made.
So, over a year later, my life had drastically changed, and for the better. I still feel like a foreigner, but the difference now is that I actually am one! I have ultimately matched my internal feelings with my external surroundings. But I have a job I love (if sometimes stressful!), a string of friends from many different countries and I lead a much more fulfilling life.
The strangest thing is going back to England to visit my family. Even though I go for only a few days at a time, it makes me extremely anxious and agitated and I honestly could not tell you why. I have thought in great depth about this for a long time now and still I have no logical answer. I even joke that Prague is my bubble, my safe place! I feel a sense of belonging here that I never felt in Britain.
After all this, I still cant think of what to say when I am asked that dreaded question, but maybe if they read this article they may understand a little better. I'm quite sure I'm not alone in having these feelings, although most people I meet usually have a concrete reason as to why they left their home country. But for now, instead of pouring over the unknown, I shall concentrate more on how happy I am that I made that important decision to move here.