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 … Continue reading поплаве

time to stand?

During a walk full of reflection, sorrow, fear for the future, I came across this sculpture. The faces cried out to me. I felt their pain, their anguish, their fear for the future, their loss. The words on the plaque read: "To Jewish victims of Nazi genocide in Belgrade and Serbia 1941 - 1944. People … Continue reading time to stand?


A river runs through it. I have always loved rivers, lakes, seas, oceans. The feeling that the water flowing by somehow connects me to every other part of the globe. The call of faraway ports. New worlds to discover. On belgradestreets there are two rivers, the Sava and the Danube Life on belgradestreets revolves around … Continue reading dunav


A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle. In 1970, Australian educator, journalist and politician Irina Dunn created the phrase by scribbling it on two bathroom doors: one at Sydney University where she was then a student, and the other at Soren's Wine Bar in Woolloomooloo. This post is not about women, … Continue reading woolloomooloo


one of the first places that most visitors find quickly on belgradestreets is Kalemegdan, the "field in front of the fortress" perfectly placed at the end of Knez Mihailova and its designer shops, bookshops, bars and cafes commanding a dramatic view over the confluence (..or ušće, and its eponymous shopping mall) of the mighty Sava … Continue reading kalemegdan

kej oslobođenja

This week's post features images shot during a short walk along the banks of the Danube in Zemun. Perhaps not strictly belgradestreets but certainly within walking distance. Well worth the walk. Zemun is a world away from the bloks of New Belgrade. It is easy to spend time wandering its cobbled streets, peering into the … Continue reading kej oslobođenja

300 days on belgradestreets

Today is my 300th day in Belgrade. As my flight brought me towards my new home a sea of fog hid the ground from view. The taxi journey to the city was eventful as my driver gave chase to a car that veered in front of him, stopped in the middle of the highway, gesticulating … Continue reading 300 days on belgradestreets

a walk through history

I prefer the charm and chaos of old Belgrade to the order and grid like layout of New Belgrade. The hidden away side streets with their surprising range of small shops and bars to the order and neatness of the shopping centres of New Belgrade that, once inside, could be anywhere in any Western City. … Continue reading a walk through history