It would seem that literary circles in Belgrade are atwitter over Viktor Jerofejev's accounts of his epic journey to that most interesting city, which is coming out as a series in Književnost. The newspaper Danas has two excerpts in this place (it's toward the bottom of the page) and this one.
The screamingly hilarious narrative would not be done justice by translation of brief excerpts, you just have to read the whole thing. It includes a blindingly fatuous establishment writer, many drunken publishers, automotive adventures, attractive waitresses, and singing typesetters and philosophers. But no goat milk.
Praise to Ludost for the links.