The first morning run at Kalemegdan Fortress in Belgrade. I was grateful to use my legs again after endless hours on an Air Serbian flight, flanked on all sides by wild banshee children.
This is my life now.
It doesn’t seem real.
The driver who picked us up from the airport said, “Those countries who have the richest history are the saddest. In that way, Serbs are very rich.”
With gratitude in every stride, this Michigander Yankee with no nationalistic sense of pride hopes to behold so much more of Serbia’s wealth in the days to follow.