The Warp and The Weft
I left Belgrade last week for a part of Serbia located in the south east, right on the Bulgarian border. By myself. I just pointed the jeep in the direction of a city called Pirot, followed the GPS for about 3 hours, then followed someone else’s car for another hour (along a winding road I would never have navigated myself because once I left the outskirts of Pirot I had no signal and absolutely no sense of direction) to the village of Dojkinci (pronounced Doykintsi) and found myself cut off from the world of wifi by a wall of mountains and a ceiling of clouds.
