It seems to me that Belgrade was never so pleasing, as per my last return. Slowly and patiently, he has taken me under his wing and teach how to live by his rules and his pace. He seduces me and repels in the same time, and for each of my reluctance, provides one more reason to go back to his streets, rivers, buildings and people. If I need to define him with a word, it would be: present. Present in which I’m enjoying. More and more clearly I can see some new memories, some new favorite places, and some new nice people.
And than I know: I love this city! Until next post… Yours B.