raising a child in beautiful Serbia:

The other day, it was approximately 96 degrees in the Fahrenheit and 36 in the Celsius. We went to visit a man friend who just received a son. As is custom here, you visit the father the night the baby is born to celebrate while the wife is in the hospital. Part of the custom is to rip the father's shirt. I do not know why but we do it.

After we arrived, a woman came and sat next to me and my baby and said "don't you think the air from the fan will bother your baby and make him sick?" As she said this to me she lit a cigarette.

I give up.

srpska verzija:

pusi kurac ti i tvoj babska prica!