Serbia stretches for me beyond its actual frontiers, it is more like a state of mind than a territory. Serbia is the old man I once had a great discussion with on a train from Skopje to Nis, Serbia is Jelen Pivo, Ada Ciganlija and Decani Monastery, it also is the conversation I once had with Mr. Ljubomir Pajic in his small and crowded apartment on Durmitorska Street, it is Professor Pavlovic and a cup of turska kafa at the Ruski Car watching the Knez Mihailova passing by...