Memories

It is already the third time I am for several months living abroad. So until now nothing was really shocking me here in Serbia, as almost every thing that is different, I kind of can put it somewhere in a scale between Honduras, Russia and Switzerland. And in most cases, although Serbia is really different from Switzerland, it is not that far from Switzerland as are Russia and Honduras.The unfriendly women in the station selling me the trainticket to Novi Sad this morning, remembered me of Russia, the same do some communist style buildings, the dormitory, the bureaucracy it needs to start my workshops in the dormitory or to organize any other event...but still it is not that worse as it was in Russia. Many things remember me of South America as well. Especially now, that is worm outside, and all the places and streets are crowded with people, walking, sitting and talking in front of a small shop or snack place in the corner. Loud music in public places. And then the smells....On monday while I was riding my bike to the hungarian border there was this very special smell in the air, that recalled me all my memories from Honduras. I was really happy and content while driving the bike along this road, feeling the sun and wind and tasting this smell...until I realized this smell,, that remembered me so much of Honduras was actually the smell of burned rubbish. I really had to laugh, when I realized that the smell of burned rubbish could awake such positive emotions in me :).