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A Lady Touched My Elbow Once

I couldn’t speak, and the woman was kind enough to expand upon her reasons for her unsolicited and prolonged caress of a part of my body I just assume no one, ever, for any reason, should ever touch.

Mind well and truly blown

editors' selections from last week's Popula.

“We’ve been psyop-ed with a rusty knife.”

I think about leaving Belgrade a lot, but doubt I will. I am pretty sure I have Stockholm syndrome.

The Abode of Imperfection

This week's Tempo concerns the beauty in the sadness.