It's odd -- as the difficulty increases locally, my thoughts about the Balkans and southern Europe tend towards places in which my faith has prevailed against adversity. When things even out for a bit locally, I'm very much drawn to places of different traditions, especially as I've had some powerful dreams about higher things in those places, and I'd very much like to follow up on those. But with difficulty, my mind ineluctably reaches to the places and traditions of hard-won Christian worship.
This morning: Zemun, Brankov most.