This is a parking structure in Belgrade, Serbia. On my first trip to Europe, long before I had an interest in architecture, I found myself in Belgrade. Something about the place made me keep extending my stay. A woman told me that my middle name was an old Serbian surname, I've since been told, Croatian, from around the Dalmatian coast and also Bosnian. I heard music from my childhood and ate food that my dad used to make. As it turns out, Belgrade is sort of ground zero for amazing brutalist architecture, and I've found myself back there a few times since. People look at me and wonder what the fuck I am taking pictures of. I usually tune them out with some doom metal, or get myself apprehended. Ultimately, I end up with a few decent photos, having eaten a ton of great food, seeing a soccer game or two, and having gotten to know this amazing city a little bit better.