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Serbia, Nis. Pub "Nemir" ("Unrest"). Deep underground, basement, hard rock, food and drink. I cut cigarette smoke with a knife. Bulky and heavy wooden tables. Huge liter beer glasses. And all the guests drunk. Everyone except me. When I ordered the juice, the waiter scratched his head and laughed, thinking I was kidding. There was a moment of silence at the nearby tables. If one of them had made a rude joke, my reaction would surely have followed. Unpleasant moment. Risky. It doesn't matter. In front of me now is quince juice. I love that juice. Be your own, wherever you are. Whatever the price. https://youtu.be/-fWw7FE9tTo Edit: I added parts of the text, after the post was published, and I took photos before closing the pub, when it was empty. I didn't want to violate anyone's privacy.

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