Ex-yu Rock- Pop- Hip-hop The Best Of | World Music

That record became our map. It wasn’t a commercial release; it was a mixtape from our cousin who’d been a truck driver across the broken highways of the former Yugoslavia. He’d collected 45s from Zagreb flea markets, cassette tapes from a kafana in Banja Luka, and a DAT recording from a basement club in Skopje. He’d spliced them together, creating a sonic Yugoslavia that no longer existed on any political map.

Then the second track starts: Jedi moju hladnu by Hladno Pivo. A girl named Amira, who lost her uncle in Vukovar, looks up. She starts bobbing her head. A boy named Srđan, whose father fought in the siege of Sarajevo, taps his foot. I hold my breath. Ex-Yu Rock- Pop- Hip-Hop The Best Of World Music

One night, 2001. The war is over, but the scars are fresh. I’m fifteen, and I take the record to a friend’s party in a different part of town—a part where they speak Serbian at home, not Slovene. I put it on. At first, there’s a stiff silence. The ghost of snipers and checkpoints sits between us on the stained sofa. That record became our map

Marko just lit a cigarette, blew a ring at the cracked ceiling, and dropped the needle. He’d spliced them together, creating a sonic Yugoslavia