"It's the kind of place that would easily fit in Berlin or Paris. The art on the walls, though, was authentically Balkan. I saw a painting of Superman with a cap wrapped around him as if he was Dracula," says Bob.
He got the distinct impression that this was one of Mr. Savic's frequent haunts. "We were interrupted about every 10 minutes either by someone stopping to ask about a lecture or someone waving from the street. He's an academic celebrity of sorts, in a place where there aren't many people like him."
– David Clark Scott