I must have crossed Belgrade ramparts dozens of times and never noticed him. It may have been the golden late afternoon sunlight that filtered from above Gellert hill, or the commotion cause by a removal company truck manoeuvring on the sidewalk, and then I suddenly saw him. In a city defined by its old buildings,details often escape you, a gargoyle here, an angel there. And every day can be a new discovery.
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