Four, I mean, three hours to go now. The time-zone has changed again. I must factor that in as I look from the digital clock showing Moscow time to the window again. Towering forest, rolling hills, picture-book dachas coupled with…
The Serbian ‘Autoput’ is the place for quick, albeit expensive travel. Toll booths seem to loom ahead every half an hour. More Slavic ink in my passport and another country to tick off my list. Making a beeline for Venice,…
Cameras have always had a magnetic effect on me. It’s probably something in my genes. My grandfather used to turn the family bathroom into his own dark room where he would develop his photos. I have been told that he…