They love to pose. I quickly learn to only pretend to take pictures or I will end up with hundreds of photographs I do not want. We walk inside the schoolhouse. There are no computers. No lights, for that matter.
Electricity is spotty, a legacy of the Tito regime.
Some rooms do not even have a blackboard. The children follow me, crowding from room to room. Their teachers offer a red-colored tea served in tiny glasses. It is very bitter. Another day we go to Strazha, a Serb village high in the mountains.