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I committed a venial sin and checked my phone in church, only to see an email that stressed me out, which was obviously God telling me not to check my phone in church.

Eventually mom and I left (before church was over, there’s only so much we can take).

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.