It was one of those hot days, where every building seemed inflamed; touch their stone and you’ll feel the burn. People were either hiding in the shadows wishing for a draft that never came, or sipping cold drinks at some terraces where you could see sweat dripping from the waiters’ foreheads.

Despite it being a little town, it wasn’t the middle of nowhere… it was in Serbia. A country where my ancestors come from, where women are put together, even for the simplest hangout. So I wore a beautiful white linen dress, with a print of blue flowers. I went to the farmer’s market in that outfit, and for a moment, I felt stuck in a 50’s era movie, and I wish that feeling lasted longer.