"And unexpectedly the border-city librarian said: 'In this marsh, where once every bird sang, European spirits have moved. I don't know how to explain that increasingly I am becoming a Yugoslav. For them these are now the most difficult times. And when I think about it, it has always been most difficult for such people. I cannot be a Serb, a Croat, a Hungarian, a German, because I no longer feel at home anywhere.'"

"No, I neither was at home in Serbia nor experience myself as a foreigner in the sense of one who didn't belong or who had even been offended. I remained constantly a traveler, yes, a tourist, if of that new type recently recommended to the "vacationer" as "durable travel" by travel researchers or scientists."