Uninstalling the Championship Manager
On Monday, I was still in Novi Sad. I’d started to worry because none of my job arrangements had materialized. I hadn’t even managed to […]
Losing in Our Own Game
Milica: Where were you last night? Milica: Anna’s mad at you. Milica: Why didn’t you wish her a happy birthday? David: What?? David: Oh, that… […]
The Scientific Method
Ian invited everyone to meet at the Little Sava’s pub because he’s leaving early tomorrow morning. He says his workplace is like a circus. If […]
“What Were You Thinking?”
Professor Rajko was teaching in my red brick school during the 1980s and until 1992. He was in his early thirties when the war started […]
Something on a Spoon
Elena steals flowers from in front of houses. That’s how it was this morning while we were walking in Grbavica. The gates of the yard […]
Doctor Without Borders
Last night, I heard about Elena’s problem with her postgraduate studies abroad. We were sitting at Little Sava’s place. Professor Anđelić decides who will go […]
The streets are great
We slowly realized that our game wouldn’t have a large number of players unless something changed. Nothing was happening. We didn’t know how to attract […]
New Pub on the Block
“David, wake up, the Germans are crossing the Danube.” Yanko wouldn’t let me sleep in the comfortable armchair in Uncle Boshko’s atelier. Uncle Matija, Lazar, […]
The Decadence and Idling
If I understood correctly, Elena asked Ian on chat yesterday, “How are you?” Then she added, “Will you write something already? It says Ian is […]
