On the blue frying pan sky, the sun is sunny-side up.
Those who were lucky enough to wake up in Belgrade this morning can count that they've accomplished enough for the day today, any further insistence would simply be immodest.
Early this morning we spotted the shadow of the Palata Beograd* in the distance, almost as far as the Palata Pravde.* At least now we know the origin of the shadow that has fallen on this tall legal institution.
We don't know how far Belgrade is calculated vertically, but it can be said that we, on the last floor of the Beogradjanka, originate from Belgrade.
New Belgrade* has lined up for its morning processional. Each bloc like cete, groups of blocs like battalions. The high-rises are already in their positions.
Green city buses are hurrying towards the green periphery of Belgrade, from which they return even greener.
Avala* is peering out from the hilly relief of Belgrade, she has hoisted her periscope, the TV tower* and is watching what's happening in the town for whom she is the poetic symbol. Can she see, for example, that poor working girl from Prokop? And what about that other poor working girl from Jatagan?
Who knows where she is. Maybe on the Boulevard Saint-Michel in Paris.
*Palata Beograd is the local name for the 'Beogradjanka' building, which, literally translated means 'Belgrade Lady'. 'Palata' is the Serbian word for 'palace'
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beogra%C4%91anka
*Palata Pravde is the name of a building which houses the bus station in Belgrade.
*Avala is a mountain overlooking Belgrade https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Avala
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