Running and Falling

Yesterday, on the last night of being 30, I decided to go for a run around Belgrade to clear my head a little (as I’m one of those people who have an ambivalent relationship to no longer being kids), and also lose a few calories ahead of birthday celebrations. Although I’ve been running since 2011, I really got into it regularly last year after losing … Continue reading Running and Falling

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Granada, Nicaragua 

“I hate to say it, but I think you will really regret not going to the volcano.” K. seemed genuinely concrened, as if the fate of my soul was in question. I looked at the looped video showing the mesmerising infernal depths of Massaya on the hostel’s TV. For a moment I felt sinful for even doubting the majesty of the night tour of a … Continue reading Granada, Nicaragua 

The Agony and Ecstasy of Serbian ‘Repats’

At some point you decided to leave for foreign lands, with the aim, perhaps, of getting an education, pursuing a career in a better organised place, or just seeing what life is like outside Serbia. Eventually, overworked and frazzled, probably in a cramped room somewhere in a big international city, you started thinking of Serbia. 1. The siren call You went there recently and found … Continue reading The Agony and Ecstasy of Serbian ‘Repats’

The Zen of Taking Pictures

Ever since I can remember, I loved taking pictures. I remember I spent three rolls of film on a five-day trip to Hong Kong when I was 9, taking pictures of buildings, probably to my parents’ annoyance at the money spent. When I was 14, I bossed my dad around to take photos around Lebanon in blistering heat, a behaviour that was instantly ridiculed by … Continue reading The Zen of Taking Pictures