Their church stands next to a Serbian Orthodox one (see right). The walls of their little churchhall are decorated with pictures of generation upon generation of their local choir.
Rotarians came to pick up the frail and immobile men and women from the local community and take them to the local churchhall for a morning of tea, sandwiches and light entertainment.
Nearly all the stalls were closed and the greater part of the hall was in darkness. I recognized a silence like that which pervades a church after a service.