Nesfe jahan, pt 6

29 August 2010

Belgrade. A walking city, mainly by virtue of it’s complete lack of subways. Run-down in a good way. Marseille without a sea. Cyrillic shenanigans. A smell of queer bashing hangs in the air. You can almost hear the concrete creak as it expands in the heat. A touch of recent bombing. A lot of walking. Cheap beer, and the art of making sandwiches. I think I really like Belgrade, but only time will tell.