Essa valeria uma trovinha franciscana.
Meia-noite na terra de Slobo...
- Give me your passport.
- You come from... from... Brazil?!?
- What do you want in Belgrade?
- I have come to visit the city.
- You mean... tourism?!
- Yes, tourism.
- This is strange. Why?
- Because I have studied your country and I was interested in seeing it personally.
- Study? What do you study?
- International Relations.
- WHAT? What is that? You study... "relations"?
- Yes. You know, International Affairs.
- Affairs? What do you mean?
- It's like Diplomacy.
- Diplomacy? Are you a diplomat?
- No! I am a student.
- Then what do you study?!?
- I study... ahn... you see, I... well, I study International Law!
- Ah. Law.
- Yes, Law.
- I'll let you pass this time. Welcome to Serbia.
- Thank you very much.
*carimba o passaporte*