The Eurovision song contest is on right now. In Belgrade, because Serbia won last year.
This year's entry from Serbia is *eerie*. Sad. Beautiful.
It's a silly old contest, and even when I was a kid back in Yugoslavia we used to poke fun at a lot of it (in a "What were they THINKING?" kind of way). But right now... there's a part of my heart that's whispering, "Oh, GO. Sing, my nightingale. Sing for all those voices who are silent now."
It's a silly old contest.
It's a beautiful sad song.
I hope she wins.