Thursday, June 6, 2019
Yesterday morning I received news that a friend of mine here in Belgrade passed away the preceding night. I had been going to visit her, and each time I found her weaker and weaker until the inevitable happened.
Her name was Nena, and she was my oldest Serbian friend whom I met shortly after moving here. Our kids spent their younger years playing together, for a while she lived just down the hall from me, we used to watch Dynasty together, exchange recipes,...fun friend things.
Nena would offer me photos for my blog, and here is one for you. I will miss her.
This fellow was playing beautiful soft jazz on his saxophone so I sat down to listen. He did have a box for passers-by to drop some money i...