After our last meeting I found myself in a lift with a tall parliamentarian wearing a large campaign badge with the name ШЕШЕЉ and a picture of one of the most evil men in Europe. I realised that my own name was visible on my visitor's badge, and casually took hold of my own lapel in order to cover it. If I'm really that well known in Serbia, that's one political party I don't want to be stuck in the lift with.
I didn't bother with the press room. Five hours' drive back from Strasbourg, but I made it safely and am now going to bed.