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Monday Sept 6 Novi Sad, Serbia

Monday, September 6th, 2010

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I am in a funky marina in Novi Sad. I arrived at mid afternoon and the club members invited me to their lunch party. I had a little bit too much of their Schnaps. But the company was delightful. Novi Sad is a beautiful city of a quarter million Serbs. The second largest after Belgrade. Just like Vietnam in 2006 I was warned not to fly my large American ensign. But war wounds do heal. We took out all of their Danube bridges.

The same thoughts trouble my mind now visiting the scene where such atrocities took place as they did when I first drove through Bavaria, near Dachau. Villages with their churches, farm fields with the traditional small chapels and statutes of the Virgin Mary. The same harmony and friendly people here. How could these people have let this happen? Could I be the next Milochovic?

Belgrade is just 80 kms from here and I plan to spend two nights there.