2-22: Ti Hočeš Hleba?

Making today's a short one, as tonight we go clubbing.

Pictured: Serious disappointment upon my arrival at the first club.

This morning, dear host-grandmom bested me in a battle of wills:

• "Dobro jutro!" (Good morning!)
• "Dobro jutro. Hoćeš xleba?" (Good morning. Would you like bread?) *begins slicing bread.*
• "Da, uh...dva? Molim vas?" (Yes. Uh...two? Please?) *She is halfway through cutting slice #3* "...tri?" (...three?)
• *Turns slowly--still holding bread knife--and smiling widely.* Četiri. (Four.)
• "Da. Četiri." (Yes. Four.)

I invite you to note the lack of question marks on host-grandmom's side. Hell hath no fury like a Serbian grandmother.

Also, today was our last day with Vladimir, which entails naught but sadness. He gave a pretty epic speech, though, which slowly but surely turned into an endorsement for his political party. It's pro-Kosovo and, from what I've read, has its head out of its ass, which is more than most of the parties can say. So, although it would entail several forms of international polling fraud, they've got my vote.

1. Day two of snow here in LeninBeograd. As per usual, drivers, pedestrians, businesses, stray dogs, and sidewalks give not a single fuck, regardless of petty constraints like friction or visibility.
2. Milošević was a rotten bastard, and don't let anybody tell you different. Although to hear it said, his wife is much worse.
3. Serbodynamics (n.): A set of observed characteristics governing the behavior of situations of/concerning Serbs/Serbia that differ from the States in wacky and/or awesome ways. Expect elaboration in future posts.

Srpski reć dnevni: Stranka (Странка): Party (as in "Communist", not "raging". I'll tell you the latter tomorrow!)