I watch those who wait and who depart
and this dream of seeing you makes me lonelier still…
I am that traveler who left with no goodbye,
who knows when he returns, he won’t hear your voice
(excerpt from I Am That Traveler by Ricardo Thompson)
(photo © Vladimir Vujovic)
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I am going through security at the Nikola Tesla Airport (BEG) and a man in front of me keeps beeping at the metal detector. Finally – third time’s a charm – he passes through and, as we are both putting our shoes, belts, and so on, panting, obviously in a hurry to catch his flight, he turns to me and says “the last time I was so out of breath and hastily putting my clothes on I was trying not to get caught with a mistress”.
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I’m going to miss you, Belgrade
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haha you’re right, that is classic BG
What a nice note on Belgrade that you are going to miss. And a typical Belgrade citizen’s anecdote.
(: I’m not sure, I think he just wanted to crack a joke. It worked: I was laughing through passport control and all the way to the gate
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i love that entry!
It leaves soooo much more to wondering…why was he so intimate with you?
Well…one knows…you are the one we may confide in…then a sense of humour…yaaaah..
BELGRADE does make the Grade too…comings, goings, affairs of State, affairs of the Heart…
my visits to that place were always secretive…with false passports and the like..never using my real name…Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy Territory…John Le Carre imbued…I know there must be a Simple Belgrade too…basic and true…there always will be…but that has always eluded me.
thank you…Miss Montenegro…keep on trucking!
xxx
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