From Belgrade, Serbia


The main purpose of my visit to Belgrade this time is to try to get a Serbian passport. I was born in Belgrade but I have never had a Serbian passport. When I left Belgrade almost half a century ago, that country was called Yugoslavia. And it no longer exists.

So before I could apply for a new Serbian passport, I first had to prove my identity with a Birth Certificate and a Citizenship Certificate. Alas, I have never had either of those, 

So for the last couple of weeks, my nephew Stasa had been helping me get them. Which he finally succeeded to do a week ago. Today, he and I were supposed to go into the Ministry of Internal Affairs (“MUP” in Serbian) office to present all these documents to a person who had been briefed about my situation by an old business friend Milan. So this story began from the moment we entered the MUP Serbia building this morning.

May 17, 2018

Aftermath: A Day of Gratitude and Giving Thanks to Those Who Helped

I am still on a high from yesterday.  When I walked out of the government building yesterday, holding my Serbian passport and the ID card in my hands, I felt like a football player who had just scored a winning goal before the clock ran out.

But today was a day of reflection and gratitude. It was a day of giving thanks to those who helped me realize this lifelong dream, both in the earthly and ethereal realms.

So after a meeting with two old friends, I walked to the Saint Mark’s Cathedral to light a candle of gratitude to God and my spirit guides. Of course, I also stayed to pray.

And then, another minor miracle happened. Right next to the giant Saint Mark Cathedral is a tiny Russian Holy Trinity church (bottom right above). Since I lived during my youth in that neighborhood, I would walk past it nearly every day on my way to the university to run some other chores.  Sometimes I would hear a choir sing. It sounded like the most divine music.Alas, on all of my subsequent visits to Belgrade, the doors to that little church had been always locked. But not today.

I thought it was a minor miracle and a divine sign. Because my first trip on which I plan to use my new Serbian passport will be next week to Russia. So I went it and repeated my prayers of gratitude and giving thanks to the heavenly and the earthly beings who had helped me on my Serbian passport quest.

And then, as I walked back home (to my hotel), I also passed a now dilapidated building which housed my first and only employer in Belgrade, a long-defunct civil engineering company for which I worked for about 6 months in 1969.


Hooked on Computers

The most memorable thing about it was that the job got me hooked on computers. I was so into it that I used to sneak into the building on weekend through those ground floor windows so I could work on the computer in peace and quiet. And even when the whole world was watching Neil Armstrong walk on the moon, I was here working even with Fortran and COGO programs.

A little farther down the street, back of the Serbian parliament building, I saw something I had never noticed before – a division of heavenly and earthly powers only steps from each other. And also an interesting street sign featuring the Russian and Serbian flags, joined by an Orthodox crucifix.

As I rounded the corner, I next heard the sounds of music. It was coming from a school at the back of the Serbian Parliament building. So I clicked on the video and recorded this clip:





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