Sad but true. I am leaving Belgrade tonight.

What goes up, must come down.


No more late night, drunk burek pick ups.


No more Nadine, "the nice sister."


And no more Carmel, "the mean sister" -- or, "Caramela, Caramela, Caramela, Do you want some MILLLLLK??" as Gricko says.


We're leaving the sign -- and Caramela's excellent drawing of Gricko simultaneously saying, "Tomorrow! Sofia! Tomorrow! Yes, Sofia!" and "I be here 17 days" -- as a memorial to the days when our family was stuck in the One Black Hole that is the Three Black Catz Hostel.

Vi di mo se, Beograd.