It was just after the border crossing that the radio started to freak out. The Artic Monkeys’ tune crackled, popped, faded and was lost to static. I adjusted the frequency, frantically searching for the tune, but it had been lost to the ether.
In silence I edged further away from the safety of the Republic of Serbia into the no-man’s land separating the country from its neighbour. A large slow-moving lorry blocked my path and my view, ensuring that I didn’t catch sight of the Sava until the great river was almost upon us.
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