Steps Guided by the Heart No guidebook. No map. Only traces of a city that lives in the heart. I was born in Belgrade. I grew up in Dorćol, at the very bottom of Skadarlija, among cobblestones and flowering terraces, with the distant echo of the tamburica, a traditional string instrument. For years, my work has taken me around the world. Cities come and go like temporary apartments, with beautiful views and unfamiliar faces. And Belgrade? Belgrade is the way I breathe. It lives in me more than any address. If you ask me where I am from, I will tell you this: from the place where rivers meet, where centuries intertwine, where people speak loudly, love deeply, sing from the heart, and celebrate until dawn. Today, I will take you into my Belgrade on Tram 2, through streets that carry the weight of footsteps, onto terraces that have witnessed every secret of the neighborhood, toward facades that feel like soul rather than walls, and into taverns that heal.