Reportage: From the festival, without the festival
In search of lost SkopjeAbout fifty meters away, along the street that leads to the ruins of the old railway station where the clock stopped at the moment of the earthquake, an innocent walker stumbles upon the walls of an unfinished church, and at every step he meets senseless metal figures - a bull, for example, an imitation of the bull from Wall Street, or a woman with huge breasts that almost fall out of her dress, or a single, golden lion on a massive white pillar in front of the ornate facade of some state institutions, as if it had escaped from the Serbian villages
