Stories from life
The tabloid world of Serbia: How I survived Germany
I returned to Serbia last week. On the second day of my return, I meet my neighbor on the way to the elevator. "You're back, it's good", just don't knock on wood, let's drive out those evil spirits. "Yes," I smile. "So how is it over there?" he asks worriedly, clucking, then continues: "I hear there is a disaster in Germany!" I slowly explain that the disaster there is much better than the streams of honey and milk here.
