Last beer in Belgrade
And then... I came home. My last morning my roommate and I ran around the streets searching for good mesa to bring home as presents, and lots of big Milka chocolate bars.
I spent my last dinars at the airport on bad serbian candy and magazines. I don't have any pictures of the airport; I was too tired to feel nostalgic about a gray Serbian day, stale airport kiflice and a crno pivo headache.
I came home with three bags full off books, many megabytes of homemade music and too many memories to capture in a belated blog.
So I'd like to say thank you to all the wonderful people who fed me, gave me directions and humoured my bad Serbian/Croatian/Bosnian. The girls in the Theological dorms who sat up late eating ajvar and bread and teaching me ruzni reci (bad words). Sasho's friends in Macedonia. Mirijana, Kojo, Ana and Mladen. Natacha and her mom, Cristina and her family. I love you all, and hope to see you again.
I spent my last dinars at the airport on bad serbian candy and magazines. I don't have any pictures of the airport; I was too tired to feel nostalgic about a gray Serbian day, stale airport kiflice and a crno pivo headache.
I came home with three bags full off books, many megabytes of homemade music and too many memories to capture in a belated blog.
So I'd like to say thank you to all the wonderful people who fed me, gave me directions and humoured my bad Serbian/Croatian/Bosnian. The girls in the Theological dorms who sat up late eating ajvar and bread and teaching me ruzni reci (bad words). Sasho's friends in Macedonia. Mirijana, Kojo, Ana and Mladen. Natacha and her mom, Cristina and her family. I love you all, and hope to see you again.


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