Women in black
Yesterday I met yet another young person from Serbia who, upon hearing that I was from the States, asked me what on earth I was doing in his country when all he wanted to do was move to mine. I normally struggle to explain my decision to move to Belgrade. I myself question it almost daily when boarding a rattling bus or running down the path by the Sava River, a river lined with carelessly discarded garbage. But this time the answer was demonstrating right in front of us. I say “demonstrating” because we were standing in front of Women in Black’s commemoration of fifteen-years of women’s nonviolent resistance.
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