Image source: Pinterest No blog post last week, but I promise not to lapse back into my non-communicative ways. In fact, I was exploring Belgrade on your behalf. I spent the evening at the opera. It was a spur of the moment decision. I was passing the National Theater when blood red banners with 'Turandot' … Continue reading Induction of a novitiate
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Hotel life
This morning I watched a man rub butter from his breakfast plate onto his cuticles. He did not look Serbian. His face and features were dark, but I could not tell what place he represents. He is one of many nationalities represented in the hotel. I do not say that butter treatments are common in … Continue reading Hotel life
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