This is One Thing , a column with tips on how to live.
It’s fair to describe me as an itchy, splotchy person. I get it from both sides of my family. A classic tale from my childhood could be titled, “In Which I Climbed a Tree, Got Bitten by a Totally Average Spider, and the Bite Swelled to the Size of My Shoulder.” I lived among North American mosquitoes for the first 35 years of my life, which would sometimes cause bites about the size of the pad of my pinkie finger. They might’ve stuck around for a week or so, but they were manageable. All I had to do was try not to scratch, slap some calamine lotion on if it got really uncomfortable, and carry on with my life. Then I moved to Belgrade, Serbia.
In the same way that New Yorkers often take summer trips to the Jersey Shore, Belgrad