Get away? From fatigue, from thoughts, from yourself. I’ve been looking for such a place for a long time. I have found it in the Srem plain, very close to the lifeline of modern civilization. The Stojsic Salas, surrounded by ploughland, nestled amidst plum and apple, pear and quince.
It is guarded by all but a century-old poplars. The house with a porch is reminiscent of home and long forgotten values. And in the shade of an old mulberry tree, a traveler, as well as a random curious visitor, will find oblivion and new love, with the scent of black locust and sound of tamburitza, good wine and delicacies of the Srem cuisine.