Fire In Belgrade

A few days ago, the building two doors down caught on fire. In the end, it took nine fire trucks to extinguish. Right in the heart of Belgrade, just near the always bustling pedestrian street named Knez Mihailova (King Michael). Filled with an array of imposing architecture, “Knez” (make sure you pronounce the K) makes first […]

This Guy I Met in Mostar, Yearning to Die

He has two sets of scars. When he pulls up his shirt, the bullet wounds are clear and obvious. All over his chest and stomach. One arm is heavily scared, he doesn’t really use that arm for much these days. Not so obvious, his ear had been sliced off across the lobe, neat looking stitch marks […]

Yomadic Daily : Between Belgrade and Novi Sad, Serbia

Somewhere along the train tracks yesterday, in the Serbian countryside, somebody had chosen to end their life. The train was stopped, pending investigations. A mixed-bag of broken-English conversations, told me it was at least a 45 minute walk from the closest town, and at least two hours before the train would be able to proceed. We hopped off. […]