I am in Belgrade, yet again, mostly to observe this weekend's Orthodox Easter with a friend of mine.
When I arrived at the hotel I'm staying at, there were two Serb policemen at the reception, and another two on the first floor smoking and typing up a report of some sort. Not quite sure what that was about, and I'm not sure if I really want to know. And then when I got up to my room, after passing a large framed picture of clogs and another of canal in Amsterdam (the Dutch are haunting me, I'm sure), I turned the TV on to see what might be playing. And in perfect Arkanian fashion, there before me without even changing channels was the beginning of Miller's Crossing. With Cyrillic subtitles.
And just before updating this, I tried googling for the club I'm going to be meeting a friend at later tonight. This was the first thing that came up. Oh, the joys of the Balkans.
As per usual, feel free to email your address to tymothi_j_2 @ yahoo.com if you'd like a postcard.