In Belgrade

I am in Belgrade.
And I want to say a lot more about it, spit some words down on the feelings of the city and the smell of the (trashy gasoline popcorn and stew) air, and how the city is so much bigger than I imagined, and how the people are harder, more stories, less teeth, less development.

Have I said that I desire underdevelopness? Strange but true. Things are so much more powerful and rich in the poor places.

More soon. For now, drinks with Marko, our new Serb friend. Last night I saw a woman run after a man with a rolling pin. And a man followed our tour guide. And this land has 6 million (real number still pending) people die for it.

Love and kisses (Ljubav i puse)
Erica