A reader from Serbia tells how he discovered the Guardian on his travels around Europe - and the difficulty of finding a copy in Belgrade
I first discovered the Guardian two years ago, after finding it in a hostel in Berlin. I read it over breakfast; there was a feature on Barack Obama in G2 and I read the whole thing.
I am Serbian. I was born and live in Belgrade, and since then it has been a battle for me to get the Guardian. It is not distributed in Serbia at all, and since the local distributor has never replied to my email about wanting to subscribe, I have to resort to asking friends who are going to the UK to pick up a copy for me, or I try to get hold of it when I travel through Europe.
It's frustrating, because I can buy it in at least 15 other cities, and since the Wikileaks stories the Guardian has been quoted all the time in the local press. But it's still impossible to get.
I'm not at all interested in the sports pages but I love the Review, I find Travel inspiring and Family often makes me cry. I love the style of the writing – some articles sound almost like they are from a novel, and I find the writing quite emotional, which is not something I can find in the English-language papers here, such as the Wall Street Journal or the FT.
I'm a musician and DJ, and I travel all over Europe for my work. Among other things, I teach kids how to make music on their games consoles. I mostly make improvised electronic music, sometimes I make lo-fi techno on the Game Boy.
I'd like to come to London. I have friends I want to visit and it is the home of the music industry. But I've applied for a visa twice now, and I have been refused both times. At first I was just confused, and then surprised, but I guess it is David Cameron's policy of being tougher. I will keep trying, but for now it seems the dream of having a Guardian for a cheaper price, and in colour, is further away than ever.