Buying a car in Serbia: NIGHTMARE ON FOUR WHEELS About one year ago, I arrived in Serbia. The idea was to see what living in my native city for about six months would be like after spending nearly half a century in America. Well, best laid plans of mice and men... Three months after my arrival, I married my landlady. A temporary living arrangement became a permanent wedlock. I grew a beard. I still wear it. I lost some weight. Healthier food and lifestyle, I suppose. Those were some of the good things. The rest... well, it was a culture shock. So much rudeness. So much intolerance. So much senseless bureaucracy. So much paper. So many loose cats and dogs. After seven months in Belgrade, my wife and I went back to Arizona. We spent four months at our Scottsdale home. This time, it was my wife's turn to experience a reverse culture shock - that of kindness with which everyone treated her. And how neat and clean everything was. Now we are back in Belgrade for the summer. And the culture shock continues for me.
AN AMERICAN IN SERBIA: WHAT LIVING IN BELGRADE IS LIKE AFTER 50 YEARS
