A cunning plan: I shall read Ivo Andric so intently that I either find myself magically transported to Belgrade, or go mad and think myself to have been magically transported to Belgrade. (If the latter, I would actually save money on airfare, rent, $6 theatre tickets, $2 coffees, etc.)
Likely not Sarajevo, as he's not that popular there these days, at least gauging from the condition of his books in the (foundation) library, and the amount of pigeon commentary on the statue. Puzzling, as Tito seems to still be quite popular, cult of Walter, etc. But the elephant himself appears to have angered the beys.