This past spring, I made two business trips to Serbia. March was my first time ever to visit this Balkan country, which was part of the former Yugoslavia. Upon arrival, jet-lagged though we were, my distributor took a colleague and me to see a piece of history with which we were previously unfamiliar.
The rugged mountains southwest of Belgrade continue to lose population. After many winding hair-pin turns through seemingly abandoned villages, we arrived in the village of Pranjani. This was among the villages to secretly provide shelter for many American pilots and air crews, who had been shot down, as the Nazis had divided Yugoslavia and occupied Serbia.