today i woke up in a bed that wasn't perched on the highest part of a five-story building. the roof didn't have quirky looking slanted roof windows, and when i woke up i didn't find my arm and back riddled with mosquito bites.
no, this new room had none of these features.
yet
still, i miss it.
i miss the turkish coffee in the morning.
i miss the faint rumbling noise of traffic from down below
i miss the random conversations of earlier former yugoslavia
i miss the fact that a half liter of beer was never more than $2
these past 4 days spent in belgrade were great. nobody really treated us like tourists. maybe because hardly anyone comes here. if i'm right, i sure hope it stays that way.
if you ask me, i can't really say why i came to belgrade other than my friend brianne being an insane novak djokovic fan and wanting to visit his cafe; which is amazing if i might add.
the specifics of choosing a city are never set in stone.
it's rare to find a city that once done circling and prodding, you'd come back to.
belgrade, is one of the few exceptions.
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