Igor has spent the week walking. His worn shoes have swallowed the kilometers that separate Novi Sad from Belgrade with the stubborn passage of those who think he is not only going to arrive, but to exist. Igor Stanković is 21 years old, he studies technical engineering and has slept for months on the cold ground of his busy faculty. He is now in the capital of Serbia with a clear determination: if this bet fails, his next journey will be withou…
Igor has spent the week walking. His worn shoes have swallowed the kilometers that separate Novi Sad from Belgrade with the stubborn passage of those who think he is not only going to arrive, but to exist. Igor Stanković is 21 years old, he studies technical engineering and has slept for months on the cold ground of his busy faculty. He is now in the capital of Serbia with a clear determination: if this bet fails, his next journey will be withou…