Long pieces about cities we ran in, written afterwards and not in a hurry. Some of it is running. Most of it is not.

Zagreb, three men in one room, a bus station drawn for a student games, and a forest you can run through without knowing what is under it. The tour was decided at home afterwards.

Two kilometres of it are inside the 1984 track.
The bazaar at the bottom is the best part of the run.
Seven in the morning. Warmer than anyone had packed for.