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

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.

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. Ex-Yu Rock- Pop- Hip-Hop The Best Of World Music

For two years, that record was my secret education. I learned the angry poetry of Hladno Pivo and the melancholic waltz of Van Gogh . I memorized the hip-hop of Tram 11 —their slang from the streets of New Belgrade as foreign to me in Ljubljana as American gangsta rap, yet utterly familiar. I didn’t understand the war. I only understood the beat. Then the second track starts: Jedi moju hladnu

The best world music, I realized, isn’t from everywhere. It’s from a place that no longer exists, except in the space between the speakers and the heart. And as long as one kid passes it to another, that place is never really gone. A boy named Srđan, whose father fought in