Serbia

The first review on the back-to-the-land movement in Serbia I’ve found in a EuroNews publication by Helen Elfer ‘What’s it like to live as a family in an eco-village in Serbia?’. The author quotes Marija Babić, whose family is in the process of moving from Belgrade to a community on…

The NEAR Balkans Hub team is honored to announce its launch in the land of bright minds and exciting blockchain communities. You guessed it — The Balkans! — The NEAR team is dedicated to expanding its network and developing the blockchain community in the Balkans through numerous customized, regional programs. What is NEAR Balkans Aware of the talented and tech-savvy population of the Balkans, NEAR is bringing a great number of tools and benefits to the regional community.

If decades of pro-European rhetoric, summits with the participation of high representatives and special envoys, pastoral visits of EU officials, hundreds of millions of euros in donations and advertising campaigns such as “#EUzatebe” (The European Union for you), heartfelt appeals, friendly invitations, insincere wishes and more or less veiled threats…

It’s like Tinder Swindler except nobody had money to lose, only their kidneys — I don’t trust technology and I don’t trust strangers. I wouldn’t open a surprise PDF attachment (um, Pretty Dangerous File?), let alone fly halfway around the world to meet somebody I never saw in real life before. And yet, that’s what I did. (I mean flying halfway around the world…

(This is part I of a III-part series on Serbia, which covers recent Serbian history, freedom of press, and generational comparisons of one mother to her daughter.) A bit of background: My husband and I spent the month of January in Serbia, visiting his friends and family. We took the…

Poem by Trifun Djukic (Montenegro, January 1889 — Serbia, July 1966) Translated by Milica Marjanovic, born in Valjevo, Serbia, December 1981, living in Vienna We’ve crossed the boundaries of misery! Now whirlwinds of death veil the roads, From snowy hills, ice keeps falling on the heart, The heavens, empty, frozen, are keeping silent…

Belgrade, Yugoslavia — Colombo, Sri Lanka Written by Nikolina Menik Tute I’ve become increasingly intrigued about my mother’s country, Yugoslavia. The circumstances were such that I was born and raised in Sri Lanka, a country that I’ve called home for 22 years, however my mother always talked about her country…