To be born in Podravina means that from an early age, one appreciates; the
blue sky and blue eyed people, thick willows and slender girls, old oaks and
young men, the slow and sleepy Drava and a quick deer, an early morning call
of a proud rooster and the echoing sound of church bells in the evening.

    Podravina is a province of Croatia, and rests between the Hungarian plains
and mountain range of Bilogora. Its beauty is enriched by constant soft
whispers flowing from the Drava and is caressed by gentle breezes dancing
through the golden seas of swaying wheat and cornfields, and endless plains
covered in blankets of beautiful wild flowers.

    Playful birds and soft, dreamy clouds float through the sky painting it into
an ever-changing masterpiece that improves with every season and
every movement.

     Especially in it’s beautifully blooming and singing springs, warm, sweet
summers and rich, golden autumns. The graceful and gorgeous winters are like
brides in crisp white lace wedding dresses.

     With prayer but sometimes with swearing too…people that are born here are
thirsty for life, knowledge and love. The skies are torn by church bell
towers and factory chimneys.
     On summer nights you can hear love sigh from afar along side the contrasting
beat of disco music and the distant roar of the motorbike engines, together
with frog concerts, which for a moment are all interrupted by the sound of a solitary otter.
      Modern times have brought progress through impending technology and improved communication.

       However a sensual charge has fallen from the sky and stayed here ever since;
scattered and planted in small vineyards and large dancing halls.

      Is the strong powerful Drava and the hot Hungarian blood responsible for the
full breasts and dangerous looks from Podravina girls!
 Or is it the morning dew coupled with the restless wind of spring! ?
      Maybe the responsibility falls onto the ancient ancestors and their genetic
predisposition for songs, work, love and art all of which flow in the blood
of the people from Podravina.
      Not even the northern winds, that bring snow over the Hungarian steppes can
cool down the desire in the eye or the blush on the cheek of a man from
Podravina when he’s melting in the arms of his loved one with the
sound of violins playing in the background….