Having grown up hanging around Yugoslavian embassies in South East Africa, I’ve learnt a lot about Tito. When he died, I saw first hand the impact on the people and the mourning for his passing. Going today to his grave was quite something. While there I visited the museum of Yugoslavia, and enjoyed the exposition of a few stamps that I actually once had and have been stolen from me in the early 90s (tomorrow I’ll continue my hunting for some more stamps). I also enjoyed a bit more Belgrade and its night life.