
Belgrade, Tito’s Grave, Yugo Nostalgia.
This is from an April 2009 letter: When I picked up my teacup a few mornings ago, the one with Tito, I noticed that my fingers were black. I don’t know if Tito is rubbing off on me. But the cup is a bit less stark than it once was. On Saturday I went to an exhibit “The Tito Effect” at the museum near his tomb. It explores the charisma that held Yugoslavia together after the Second World War. At the entrance a youth choir was singing. The group was backed up by a bass, guitar, and drum. They … Continue reading Belgrade, Tito’s Grave, Yugo Nostalgia.