When a Bulgarian and a Serb meet in a Balkan restaurant, they both feel immediately at home
You’re walking up a goat path, completely lost on this winding trail deep in the forests of the Balkan Mountains. It doesn’t get any steeper than this. It’s dark and cold. Suddenly, you wish that you had never left home, and were still curled up in an armchair with a hot cup of tea in your hands. And then, all of a sudden, the smell hits your nose… Home! At last! As you reach the end, the road widens and flattens out, and you see the smoke curling out of the chimney of a little cabin hidden behind a grove of trees.
Now, that’s how it should be, how it would be at home in the Balkans. But we are in Vienna. There are no hidden goat paths here, no endless forests or steep mountain slopes. A hut, however, you may still find – if you know where to look.