National Geographic : 1962 Jun
Serbian farmers harvest wheat with machines. Hungry legions of Peter the Hermit cut Gordana wore a freshly starched pinafore, Miro a crisp white shirt; Mrs. Lepsanovic had visited a hairdresser and looked consid erably more fashionable but not a bit less hospitable. Gibanica came to the table in a great pile on an oval platter, thin layers of crisp pastry interlaced with a creamy cheese and-egg filling. Progress Breeds Embarrassing Questions Miro's English improved rapidly as he in terpreted for us all. We talked of life in Bel grade, of Miro's university, where school fees come to less than a dollar a year, of Mr. Lepsanovic's work and his wife's housekeep ing problems. The picture that emerged was one of a family content with their lot. They work hard, but by the standards of Central Europe they 768 live well. Mrs. Lepsanovic enjoys her electric refrigerator; when I told her that in Budapest I had found not even an old-fashioned icebox in my visits to a dozen homes, she was sur prised, but even more pleased. Our days in Belgrade convinced us that the Lepsanovic family was typical. Yugoslav ia is proud of its progress these days. A high ranking American foreign service officer with extensive experience in Communist areas thinks the gains made in the local economy may soon trouble the governments of Yugo slavia's Russian-dominated neighbors. "Hungarians and Rumanians aren't ac customed to seeing the Yugoslavs live better than they do," he told me. "If this progress continues, the Moscow-run governments will find themselves trying to answer some pretty embarrassing questions."