After 10 months of working nearly 24/7, everyday breakups (since you never get home to him/her at the promised time:) and quitting your job almost equally often in a recognizable & impulsive Hollywood style, one would think that the only logical thing would be to immensely look forward to the last day of the festival. Strangely, it was just the other way round. We wished it could have lasted forever.

The last day of bdw 2010 was something like a historical clash of global creative titans! remember Godzilla vs. Megaron? Well, then please do take a look at the closing day of smart2. And you will easily imagine how hard it was for the audience to vote for
the winner of this years belgrade design grand prix, the traditionally awarded prize for best speaker at the conference.

Running in the morning through the city (down what the germans call a fussgangerzone) and being amazed by all the grand empty old buildings that reminded me of my Berlin beginnings. Grafitti on buildings. Lovely broken walls with acne'd facades from decades of reverse engineering. Discovering that all the ships on the river were party boats and open till the morning. Sweating so much in one of the clubs, my phone got messed up. Losing phone in said club. Visiting belgrade police station to report a then stolen phone to a twenty-something cop with a doctor's lab coat, listening to Rammstein (loudly) while hacking out my report on a pre-electric typewriter that looked (and sounded) as if it was from some era before typewriters were invented.   Thinking of Naked Lunch. Thinking of Die-Hard. Listening to architects talk about porous facades. Thinking of old smart bombs. Imagining the flash and crunch of several floors of reinforced concrete collapsing in on themselves. Wondering why I'm the only interactive guy here. Why are there so many beautiful women in Belgrade? Why are there so many beautiful women in Belgrade?!