Masquerade
At this time of the year an ancient, presumably pagan custom takes a new form in the civilization in which I live. The Carnival, a place and time to hide ourselves behind masks and behave and talk as we usually do not do throughout the year.
Never was much into carnivals, I have to admit. Maybe because the whole life of a "fuckn’ faggot" like me (at least of my age) is pretty much something like it (well, if not a full-time masquerade, than definitely something well-hidden).

Another Croatian destination for carnivals is Rijeka, main sea port on the Adriatic and the third largest city in Croatia. Quite a lot of friends went there this year ‘cause it’s only an hour and a half drive from Zagreb since the new highway was built few years ago. But, unlike the one in Samobor, carnival in Rijeka is a huge event, ambitious and pretentious. Not exactly my type of having good time, if you know what I mean.
In Varaždin, small northern city not far from Croatian border with Slovenia and Hungary there is a “Špancirfest” in August and September, a fortnight of events celebrating old customs and ways of life. People tend to walk around dressed in 19th century gowns, which suits well excellently preserved urban heart of this picturesque city. (Comment this)