By dusan.stojkov on Skatehive
The evening began quietly in Sterija,under soft blue lights and a calm pre-New Year atmosphere.People were talking,laughing gently,still saving their energy.The music was light,the hall peaceful—the perfect warm-up before the real story began. But as it always happens when the right song hits,the night took a turn.Chairs emptied,the dance floor filled,and suddenly everyone was on their feet. A full human train formed,winding across the hall,pulling even the shy ones into the line.Fog,smoke,loud music,a couple of beers — everything blended into that loud,joyfull chaos that only happens on a Saturday in Vrsac. Around 2 AM,with smiles bigger than our energy levels,we headed into the cold night.The next stop was clear:afterparty at club Prica. Inside Prica,the atmosphere was warm and relaxed.We sang again, but eventually the adrenaline faded.My voice got tired,the body followed — and I drifted toward the table,toward something calmer:a deck of cards. Strangely,just when sleepiness and alco