I traveled to Podgorica with two men. For the second half of my story on Kosovo for NRC Handelsblad.
Near Lake Skadarsko we ate carp. The last time I ate carp was after the party for my novel Phantom Pain in the Netherlands back in 2000. Some people still speak about this dinner at a Polish restaurant in Amsterdam. Not all of them are equally enthusiastic about the food that was served that night nor about the quality of the service.
But the carp today was excellent.