And the walls began to sing...

So I'm staying in the Prebogslovkom (theology) studenski dom for now, because it's cheap, and guy who was supposed to give me a place to stay has been typically Serbian (slow) in getting back to me.

I got back to the room last night and I was reading my Serbian grammar book, sitting at the desk by the window. And I heard singing. Of the old serbian kind. So I open the door and listen in the hallway... nothing. Open the window... nothing. Listened at the doors of the other rooms of the hall... nishta. It was like it was coming from the walls. Then I went upstairs and found the source-- the room right above me. I knocked on the door and introduced myself in bad Serbian to the three singing girls who were, coincidentally, just getting yelled at by their neighbor. I told them they could come down to my room to sing.

Turns out one of them is from Bosnia and they were recording themselves singing for family back home. She also ended up recording me speaking english-- apparently I'm the first American she's ever met.