Upon completing my search for a cafe to do some reading in, I sit down and order a cappuccino. After a few moments, I smell something burning and grow concerned.
A few more seconds and the stench reveals itself as burning tobacco. "Why does it smell like someone is smoking in here?" I ask myself. Then, I look up. "Oh" I realize, "everyone is smoking in here".
That's when it clicks: there's no rule against indoor smoking in Serbia. If anything, I'm the one breaking the rule by sitting without a lit cigarette. Like an adult at Neverland Ranch, I don't fit in.