belgrade

I judge cities by the feelings they create in me. Apparently, after my first visit to Paris I swore that I will one day live there, in a roof top apartment. Well, I wasn’t too far of.

After Germany and Hungary my travels took me to Serbia. I had already been told that I would like to country and this proved to be true. And I fell in love with Belgrade. The city had something. I really think I could live there. Maybe it was the beautifully renovated buildings or the buzzing bar life and funky bars or maybe it was the +42C and sun. I don’t know what it was but I did get the feeling.

My brother thinks that it was not the city but the police man who flirted with me, or who I flirted with (which is not possible because I can’t flirt to save my life) but there was something more.

It is a rare feeling I get sometimes. It starts of as a small tinkle and then grows stronger. It is impossible to explain or to fully understand. But it is impossible to ignore.

It is a beautiful city and the people are friendly – I am sure I would like it there.

I wonder…