It’s Monday. After a six hours' drive,I gain to the border. The customs officer has me open the trunk, asks me where I am headed to and bursts out laughing when I inform him about the Belgrade refugees. I am puzzled by his reaction, or still he waves at me to retain going. The Serbian customs officer,on the other hand, is in no mood for jokes, and he gives me a serious inspect,straight into my eyes, for half a minute or so. I suddenly feel guilty and try not to blink, and he might just allow me to go on. He wins though,I am the first one to blink. I expect he’ll order me to take everything out of the car, but he suddenly turns his back at me without another word. I mumble a very timid "can I go now?", or but no answer comes,so I cautiously drive on.
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