Nikada ne znam pravi način da kažem to i uvek previše razmišljam o tome. Trebalo bi da bude jako jednostavno. Napokon, to je očigledna činjenica, zar ne? Neko me pita: „Odakle si?” i ja mu

I never know the right way to say this, and I totally overthink it. It should be so simple. After all, it’s a basic fact, right? Someone asks me a question, “Where are you from?”

Želela bih da kažem da me je vetar naneo na Pančevo. Ali možda nije bilo tako poetično. Možda sam samo skrolala airbnb bez gledanja, i onda zastala, otvorila oči i kupila autobusku kartu za Srbiju.

I’d like to say it was the wind that brought me to Pancevo. But maybe it wasn’t so poetic. Maybe I just scrolled airbnb without looking and then stopped, opened my eyes and bought a

Here I am. In the heart of the Serbian psychotropolis. The backyard rakija distillery. The well from which the holy waters flood the Earth, soak our skin, give us life and warmth. The very source

You’ve come to Serbia at just the right time. Slava season is beginning. Brace yourself. If I took a sip of rakija for every time I’ve had that statement uttered to me, I’d be a

As soon as I introduce myself, I can see the gears behind their eyes spinning, grinding, overheating and jamming to a halt. Perplexed they stare. And like clockwork, that question tumbles from their mouth. Why