Before coming here I spent a decent amount of energy convincing people that Serbia is a place where I will be quite safe. A lot of what people in the US know about the region relates to the wars, so when they hear names like Bosnia and Belgrade, they get nervous. Over and over again....
A Sunday morning on the Belgrade side of Palilula. It was 10am at an anonymous kafic (café bar) on Takovska Street. I was sipping strong black ‘Turkish’ coffee in the smoggy sunshine and talking to our lass, when one of the regulars arrived.
“Stigli su jagnjici” (the lambs....
When I first arrived in Belgrade I felt like I’d discovered a slightly neglected parallel universe. I suppose I’d expected to find a poor, crumbling example of a failed Eastern Bloc state (and in many ways I suppose I had). But, as is always the case, it was the little things....
