How A Sleepy Serbian Mountain Town Woke Me Up – Part 1.5

The border security officer at passport control greeted me with a glare, palpably unsettled by my sunshine chakra. Or maybe it was the fixed grin. She eyed me for a while and confirmed that the only real national security threat I could possibly pose involved the subjection of the Serbian population to the sight of…

How A Sleepy Serbian Mountain Town Woke Me Up – Part 1

I was in a stuffy aluminum box suspended somewhere in European airspace at an altitude of 39,000 feet, summoning all the restraint I could possibly possess in the inner alcoves of my soul to resist throwing Lucifer’s Spawn out of the window. And I would have, if his antithetically angelic twin sister wasn’t sitting between us. Instead, I gripped the Hemingway I…

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