No one knows I’m in Belgrade. None of my friends know. They all think I’m returning next week.
It’s the last week of August. Propelled by the repression of two years in secluded COVID lockdown, I spent the past summer in Croatia and Slovenia in an excess of partying and socializing. But it reached its limit, and I need to be in isolation again. Now I’m staying alone at an AirBnb in the Dorcol neighborhood. By coincidence, it’s across the street from an apartment I lived in almost five years ago,
I searched for all my familiar craft beer haunts of Belgrade. But two years have passed, and craft beer has changed in Belgrade.
