andy townend captures the life and soul of belgrade, serbia

cover art

This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge was to imagine the cover of a favourite book, album or magazine.

In a curious twist of fate, this coincided with a new edition of my book going on sale in bookshops across Belgrade, so please forgive this unashamed plug for my work…

I never imagined this would be possible back in September 2011 when I launched belgradestreets.

Thank you to all who have followed and liked my work.

And once again thank you to my friends at Komshe for all their support!

Have a great weekend!


This is my contribution to the latest Weekly Photo Challenge from The Daily Post at WordPress.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Dialogue

“Life is an endless cycle of souls, swirling along the path of the universe, being reborn, but never truly dying before being reborn again.
As long as this cycle continues, we will never really die.”

― Ameila Wolfe



This is my contribution to the latest Weekly Photo Challenge from The Daily Post at WordPress.

Photos first published on belgradestreets in October 2012

Weekly Photo Challenge: Silhouette


This photo was the first I posted to Instagram, way back in the fall of 2011.

It reminds me of the first walk I took on belgradestreets.

Walking in the snow and ice from the Hotel Mr President opposite the bus station, past the railway station and then up the slope of Nemanjina.

Little did I know then the impact this city and her people would have on me.

Thank you for visiting belgradestreets.

This is my contribution to the latest Weekly Photo Challenge from The Daily Post at WordPress.


“One never reaches home,’ she said. ‘But where paths that have an affinity for each other intersect, the whole world looks like home, for a time.”

― Hermann Hesse


life begins here




well heeled


bricked up

atownend_20130810_3762 - Version 2




Weekly Photo Challenge: Between


“In the space between yes and no, there’s a lifetime. It’s the difference between the path you walk and the one you leave behind; it’s the gap between who you thought you could be and who you really are; its the legroom for the lies you’ll tell yourself in the future.”

― Jodi Picoult, Change of Heart

This is my response to the latest Weekly Photo Challenge from The Daily Post at WordPress.

thank you Komshe and all who have purchased the belgradestreets book

With the help of my friends at Komshe all royalties from sales of my book belgradestreets will now be donated to the fund to help victims of the tragic floods in Serbia.

The heroes of this time are the people of Serbia who have come together with their neighbours to help those who are suffering.

With no concern for their own safety, or their own daily problems, they have selflessly and tirelessly worked to help those in need.

And they are still doing so and need our help now.

I would like to say a very special thank you to Komshe and every person who has bought a copy of my book and so made it possible to help in this way.



It is hard, perhaps insulting, to write about tragedy from a distance.

Words are of no help to those who are struggling on a daily basis with the simple business of staying alive.

People without power, without water to drink.

People without homes, their lives torn asunder by the elements.

This post is a tribute to the unsung heroes of Belgrade and beyond in the Balkan region.

Those who travelled to towns engulfed with water, to help build barricades and provide help to those in peril. To those who have provided blankets and clothes and food and water for those in need. To those who have taken others into their homes and communities.

And those who did all these things did so without a murmur, a collective effort by many hundreds and thousands of people coming together across the region to forget their differences. To forget the harsh economy, forget their problems in order to hold out a hand to those in need in their darkest hours.

I have no pictures to do this event justice. I was not there. I did not help. My words of support and solidarity just that, just words.

Look around the web and you will see the photos of those who were there, boats plucking people from the water, lines of young people passing sandbags from hand to hand.

If you need a reason to respect this region, these people, look no further than their united response to the horror of the last few days.

And if you can, hold out a hand to help those who helped others. Hold out a hand to help get this region back on its feet.

For more information about how to help take a look at the links below:

“Help the people and children suffering in floods. Together we are stronger!”

B92 – News – Death toll reaches 20, new evacuations ordered.


Weekly Photo Challenge: On the Move

“The Guide says there is an art to flying”, said Ford, “or rather a knack. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.”

― Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe and Everything

This is my response to the latest Weekly Photo Challenge from The Daily Post at WordPress.

A collaborative post between belgradestreets and belgianstreets featuring a collage of images from the Aviation Museums in Belgrade and Brussels

Weekly Photo Challenge: Monument (Sunday, 6 April 1041)


The most dramatic part of Kosančićev Venac could be easy to dismiss as an insignificant long demolished building in a plot left in disuse.

But this is Belgrade.

So it is not.

An overgrown hole in the ground surrounded by fencing and marked by two large posters in Serbian and English marks the spot of the former National Library.

Destroyed by German bombs on 6 April, 1941.

The words on the poster.

“Stop, for a moment, you who are passing by!
On this spot, until Sunday, 6th April 1941, there was the National Library of Serbia.
On that day, in the early morning, started the bombing of Belgrade.
First, peace was blown to pieces, and then, in Kosančićev venac, the National Library began to burn.
Ancient written heritage, old and new books, papers and letters, documents and newspapers were burning for days.
For days flames destroyed the testimonies on the existence and lasting of one people.
For days the fire devoured centuries of history, condensed in words.
The flames finally turned into coals, the coals into ashes.
On this spot, since Sunday, 6th April 1941, there have been the ashes of a great part of the historical memory of the Serbian people.
That’s why stop, for a moment. you who are passing by!

Svetlana Velmar-Janković”

It is worth, as many do, standing there by the site, reading those words, and reflecting on all that has taken place in this city, this country

I walked by this site many times.

In many frames of mind.

Those who know, know.

And care.


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