andy townend captures the life and soul of belgrade, serbia

Banja Koviljača

Royalties from the sales of belgradestreets in 2015 were donated to the orphanage for abandoned children, ‘Dom za decu Vera Blagojevic’ in Banja Koviljača.

I was left speechless by the two pictures that the children provided to me as a thank you.

In turn, I thank everyone who has purchased copies of my book, and my publishers at Komshe for helping make this possible.


british society of serbia



I’m very pleased to post this modest plug for my good friend Neil Howie, who amongst many other things is the Chairman of the British Society of Serbia.

Neil, and his colleagues, look forward to meeting you tomorrow at 6:00pm at the Helga Bar, Gospodar Jevremova 50, Dorcol, Belgrade.

More information can be found on the website and Facebook page of the British Society of Serbia, click, look and let Neil know if you plan to attend.

Hope you are able to attend – only sorry I can’t do so myself, but there will be another time!

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zoran živković

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‘mr pohotny, senior vice president of a bank prominent in the capital city, met god on a train’

– zoran zivoković, the train


I love writing.

I love reading.

There was a time, long long ago, when two of the few things that kept me sane were the well thumbed pages of an Isaac Asimov novel, oh, and strawberry jam sandwiches. With lots of creamy butter on thickly sliced white bread. Pure poison, the sandwich, not Asimov, that was ‘Childhood’s End’, literally and metaphorically.

I was barely eight years old.

But, that’s another story.

This post is not about me, well not really, it’s about a man called Zoran Živković.

And it’s also, indirectly, about a country, a city, a people, and a whole bloody lot more.

But mostly, it’s about him.

I’m a big fan of Stephen King, I’m one of his ‘constant readers’. My recollection may…

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airport books…

One freezing cold day in January 2011, I arrived at this airport, tired and anxious about the future

I had no idea how much my life would change because of this city, and the people who live and work there

The book was a lucky break

I will never be able to to give back what the city and the people who live there gave to me but I will never stop trying 

And thank you to Komshe for all your support 


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beneath your feet

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“No man is an island…
…Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.”

– John Donne


I have been very lucky in life, in some ways.

You may choose whether you agree. Or you may not.

I have circumnavigated the globe by air. Twice. In both directions. In Business Class. Pampered and spoiled. Wined and dined. And once, just once, in First Class, been plied with glass after glass of Krug until wheels up, before flying across half the world in a goose down duvet with tea served in a china cup by a flight attendant who actually appeared to genuflect.

As a senior official in the Federal Government of the Commonwealth of Australia, I found myself invited by Qantas to pass through the hidden portal of the Chairman’s Lounge, rubbing shoulders with Ministers of the Commonwealth…

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