Posts from Serbia in Community Development/Outreach

For me the Fourth of July is all five senses: the taste of ice cream and Coca-Cola, the smell of …

The rain falls in sheets, blowing into the doorway where I have taken shelter. My walk around Zemun, a suburb …

For the longest time, I wanted to be Johnny Bravo.   If you were not fortunate enough to grow up …

The scene by the marble tomb was too quiet, too peaceful. Outside the late-afternoon sun burnished the trees and tall …

What is home? As my plane broke through the clouds and I saw Belgrade spread out beneath me, red-roofed homes …

The progression of my homesickness was alarming. I had been in Belgrade for less than two weeks when I changed …

Imagine yourself in a scenario. You wake up in the morning, walk to the café, buy a cup of coffee, …

Although “Belgrade” in the local language (Beo-Grad) means “white city”, you can not walk on the streets without noticing the …

“The police grabbed the first man they saw. They grabbed him and started beating him with their batons. There was …

The Hills hold much to be discovered red tile roofs poke up from trees in the valleys a lone train …