After the promotion of my two books, as well as all the other books produced to date by Vračarski Breg, we went to a nearby restaurant famous for its grill, “Mlava.” The whole evening will stick out in my mind because of that dinner. For the first time in about two decades I had grilled intestines—a high point in my writing career. In Belgrade, the dish is known as crevca (read: tsrevtsa), the diminutive form of crevo or “intestine.” Ah, the faint taste of shit!