Bleh. I don’t get sick that often. When I do, it’s either, “Oh Lord, put me out of my misery” or everything just runs about .2 seconds slow. I’m dealing with the latter kind right now. I’ve stayed home from work, more to not infect others than anything else. I probably could function at half-capacity or so if I went in, but I know I wouldn’t be happy about it. We’ll see what tomorrow brings, but I’ll keep the DayQuil at hand.
Today was the 10th anniversary of the beginning of NATO bombing of Serbia. An air raid siren went off at noon, I’m guessing in remembrance. Every day I walk by bombed-out buildings, right in the middle of the city. It’s a bit surreal. It’s also surreal that Serbians wouldn’t have insisted that they be taken down by now. Serbs are a proud people, and I think somewhere deep down they don’t want to admit they were wrong. Were they wrong? From what I’ve learned, yes, but it’s always hard to know exactly what’s true and what’s portrayed as true when you’re this close to history. I think in the end a lot of hatred was unleashed and the Serbs ended up on the wrong side of a world thinking “never again”. Hopefully some day they’ll be able to extricate themselves and make this country as nice as it could be.