The Boss - March 18th

We'd never met though we new of each other. He was the faceless person, just a name but one who had to be consulted before any decision could be made.

The hotel reservation was made by Tourist Information. It took them several calls to reach the boss. A bargain was struck and the room was mine. That is if we could find it, for Mihaela the temporary receptionist didn't know where Room 6 was. Perhaps the Boss wanted to keep even these things secret. We eventually found it and so I offered to pay, but first the Boss had to be called.

Next morning I arrived for breakfast throwing the waiter into a degree of unease until he checked with the Boss. All was fine: A great breakfast and the room price we had originally agreed. Perhaps the Boss likes to remain anonymous at the other end of the telephone line. But a little delegation wouldn't go amiss.

 On the way out of Osekja towards Vukovar. The lads only English words were "Maney, Maney" and "Robbers". But at least he didn't run off with my camera after he'd taken this picture