Somewhere on the gentle slopes of Fruska gora, in the hinterland of nestin ade, away from the usual tensions of everyday life and the urban world, flowing life and time goes by so slowly, patiently, Vojvodina. . . On Skelić for which not even the oldest villagers not say for sure from where it carries just the name, time is measured by the scents of spring, the hooked fish, vineyard vines music. Minutes pass in zalazcima sun, boats navigating the river, liters of homemade wine and a plate of fish stew, smiles. . . The place from which as souvenirs carry images of life, which in itself preserve the beauty of nature. . . Skelica a moment in time and space in which we feel that we are all just part of the weird and the natural world. . . out there in the arms of the Danube. . .