I’ve been first and last
Look at how the time goes past.
But I’m all alone at last.
Rolling home to you.
Neil Young
I originally called this gentleman my Uncle Ahmad.
I found him in the old town (Stari Grad) of Beograd (Belgrade), Serbia. The country had just opened itself up to tourism, and the old square was bustling with locals. I’d been often asked “what are you doing here? Why would you visit this place?” Memories (and the sights) of NATO bombing were fresh, but I felt no animosity. I camped myself at a table in the square with a cold drink, watching the Olympics on a huge projection screen the city had set up.
Ahmad wandered up, and found a nice window sill to sit himself at. I’ve always wondered what he was thinking about.