As I'm walking through with my friend Mladen, we talk of Ceausescu, who must have been so envious of Tito for creating the ideal communist development. Even though it seems cold and lonely out there, I get the same feeling I got in East Berlin: their communism was better than ours. While the tall, grey buildings resemble those in Romanian cities, there is more space between, more room to breathe. I'll try to get back to that fascinating area before I leave Belgrade.
3 comments:
I love the third photo! Great composition.
Agreed. They all have a really dreamy touch to them, but the third one definitely stands out. Hope you're doing fine, Andrei, and hope to see you around, soon!
ultima! :)
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