Yogurt For Stomach Virus

SUNDAY AFTERNOON

walk with difficulty, limping the rest goes up the first stick and Caracalla step. The continuous force, people are dodges to facilitate the transition until the second is gone. No time to stand up leaning on a pole that a boy gets up to give way. Old or older it is, the procedure is common and well-oiled: trams and buses Belgrade fair play reigns supreme, even with women, especially if little child-bearing. Also because not infrequently happens that the tram had to be nailed sudden able to hurl three or four yards forward. Whenever a seat, take a look before game ownership, normally the most senior Pannaggi / a. Although a lot of mess from every point of view, Belgrade is a city civil and polite. Even at night while walking the streets - tend to be lit - there is no fear, perhaps because there is nobody who suddenly emerges from behind a lamppost shouting "CU coo" (this last sentence I read from a "communist pizzino).

just that I'm in a boring Sunday afternoon on the tram number 7 while without a goal, I descended down Kralija Aleksandra Boulevard, an avenue full of shops and businesses but also street vendors, displaying their pallets all kinds of products (in addition to the traditional collection consists of CDs, clothing, books, flowers, vegetables, fruits and various food, including canned and brand, there are various types of objects such as detergents, soaps, candies, chocolates, products home is "brand" without logo). In the center of Belgrade on the other hand lack the malls abound neighborhood markets: everything has its own logic, given that Serbia is a largely agricultural country, whose economy is made up of small and micro enterprises (also valid for the distribution of speech, of course). The tram came to Parliament, turn left: I do not want to walk on Kneza Mihailova (pedestrian street behind the Parliament from which we come to the medieval fortress overlooking the city looking at the intersection between the Sava and Danube), so that the continuation race.

stores shoes (especially boots) are really a lot and is curious to note how many banquets polishing shoes can be found along the sidewalks Belgrade: I was told that - in addition to the machines - a large Italian influence in Serbia is linked to their shoes. Another activity that dominates in Serbia is the undisputed "Pekar", which produces every kind of delicacy - sweet and salty - at all times: economic and often of good quality, the main attraction is the famous burek (pie inherited by the Turks in cheese and oil, heavy but good), pizza (of course with ketchup instead of tomato, but without pineapple), "sarajevske" (soft buns shaped like a "stick" with variable length and condiments), croissants (again, sweet and salty), Kifle ("pancakes" sweet and salty) and every kind of sandwich. You do not even count the "menjacnica" which we read about "megnazniza" which literally sounds like "change." All right in the center for tourists, along the railway station, for travelers, but Belgrade is full of currency-exchange offices (there are at least two even in the alley where I live, that everything can be considered except travel), probably resulting in the recent crisis with runaway inflation continually pushed Belgrade to convert wages and savings - but little cash - in marks, dollars or other "hard currencies" (the famous case of 50 dinars banknote which, over the 90 remained intact in design, but came to include nine zeros reaching 5 billion and is also the famous 500000000000dinari bill, dating back to the 90s always). A little while ago I pointed to an usher of the student workers' wages strictly in Euros, indicating that the change in the last three weeks has risen from 84 to 90 dinars: it is a good loss, he emphasized. His reasoning behind that Belgrade still prefer the Euro sounding dinar to the poor: in virtually every lotto and bingo to betting you also change currencies.

While Partizan OFK Belgrade in the scramble is a derby Capitoline (ends 05/01) The tram has surpassed even the train station and the bridge leading me to Novi Beograd. The view is considerably different: futuristic tower blocks and structures, greenery and open spaces, Novi Beograd seems flatter and considerably more modern in Belgrade. I see the Delta City, so I decide to go down for a look.

Elegant, nice and clean, the Delta City has nothing to envy to our modern malls: it seems a little Gum "in which there are large and small brands (Tommy Hilfiger, Adidas, Nike, Guess, Replay, but Fratelli Rossetti also, Zara, Sephora, Calzedonia and so on). Even the hyper Maxi - the Supermarket - Seems much more ordinary Maxi provided in all categories: the music sounds familiar to me, but I do not understand why. Arrived in case they are pleasantly surprised at the speed of the cashier, even though the customer ahead of me decides to pay by credit card. As I leave I turn on the lamp: the Italian but the songs are sung in Serbian! There is a lot of people walking, entering the store, look at the goods and often buy even though prices are at least in line with ours: the disproportion known that women / men is less pronounced than elsewhere, partly 'because most of clients are families, and a little 'perhaps because the purchasing power remains concentrated in the hands of men. I'm surprised more about the bumping, from time to time, in Italian songs in the shops that the price of BMW Limousine in exposure indicated in Euro (around 35,000). I climb up to the third floor, and here I remain impressed by the elegance of the environment: a multiplex cinema, several fast food restaurants, a bowling alley, a billiard-room, several rooms and a games room for children are of great happiness and children.

Meanwhile the darkness fell on Belgrade, so I decide to return home: it's time to regain energy, tomorrow is Monday, another week in Belgrade is already waiting for me ...