There is this city, this Novi Sad.
Or Újvidék. Or Neusatz. Or Mlada Loza. Or Neoplanta.
This is how Maria Theresa inscribed history with her golden pen.
Streets, squares, the Danube, people, nations, twenty-six ethnicities, explosively rising buildings, dark parks, graffiti, a fashion show of hatred. And blood. Blood on the asphalt, blood in well-known restaurants and pubs, blood smeared on the ice of the Danube, and yogurt dripping down the windows of the Ban’s Palace.
Neoplanta.
A city's identity, stained.
