By the end of this month, I will be visiting Belgrade once again. Weeks ahead of my visit, it feels kind of strange already. The last time I was there, which was a bit more than nine years ago, I thought that it would be my last visit. But I had a feeling even back then that it was not the first time that I had thought that my visit would be the last. Or the last next one, to be a bit more precise. Now I am quite sure that this is at least the second time that I have thought that my next visit to Belgrade will be my very last. It may be the third time, though. Or maybe even the fourth, for my memory is playing tricks on me this time around. Too many visits to Belgrade, I guess. The only thing I am certain about right now is that this will be the next last time. One more time, I cannot but wonder whether I will return to Belgrade ever again. And all these thoughts are crowding my mind well before my next visit.

Addendum (August 20, 2016)

Right after my last visit to Belgrade, I was pretty sure that it was my last one. A couple of years later, I am even surer of it. But this has nothing to do with Belgrade as such. Actually, it has to do with the growing gap between Belgrade of my youth and Belgrade as it has become in the meanwhile. And we are talking about half a century at least. That gap is difficult to accept, I reckon. In short, I have no ill feelings toward the city. Far from it. Simply put, it has little, if anything, to do with myself any longer.