Surrounded by the sorts of things one would expect in a place like this, I continue to work determinedly to return to a place of basic sufficiency, living culture, and discovery. Belgrade. Sarajevo. Cluj. Mostar. Bucharest. Sibiu. Pirin mountains. Bar.
And yet, to get to the place where I could work, and be incapable of work, would get me nothing. So I focus on what work I can do here, knowing that I'll be reaching to the same sources in the distant, more neutral countries. God willin' and the crick don't rise.