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We are playing “the Balkan game.” It’s 7 p.m. and Selo has Oliver Dragojević on, musical hero of the Balkans, while bottles of moonshine rakija clink as they pour. And yet, the restaurant Selo is quiet enough that our presence in Astoria, Queens, is, with a few stares, decidedly announced. My friend Šime Luznik, a […]
Around the Boroughs in 26.2 Miles: On the holiness of Marathon Sunday in New York.
First came the runners, and then, the conch. Baby pink, its belly was glued to the mouth of a man procuring the seashell’s dull “wooooo.” Already, people smashed sticks against cowbells. A little girl wore a purple bow in her ponytail and waved silver pom-poms over the barricade. At 9:51 a.m., the leaders of the […]