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"The
sky above Belgrade is wide and high, unstable but always
beautiful; even during winter serenities with their icy
splendour; even during summer storms when the whole of it
turns into a single gloomy cloud which, driven by the mad
wind, carries the rain mixed with the dust of panonian plain;
even in spring when it seems that it also blooms, along with
the ground; even in autumn when it grows heavy with the
autumn stars in swarms. Always beautiful and rich, as a
compensation to this strange town for everything that isn't
there, and a consolation because of everything that shouldn't
be there.”
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Andrić, Serbian Nobel prize laureate |
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