In the very heart of the city, at the outskirts of Pioneers Park, located between the National Assembly of Serbia and the Presidential Palace, there is a seemengly large pile of rubble that even most of the citizens of Belgrade, walking past it several times a day, do not know what it stands for. And yet this is the place of great historical importance for Serbia.
We hardly get to see snow in Belgrade in recent years. My friend Luci, from Argentina, told me that in her native city of Buenos Aires they never see it, or maybe once every fifty to hundred years. And it made me think. What are childhood memories without snow? And it made me remember.