The city of Niš walks around the blank area stepping to the rhythm while snapping my fingers. She comes across the frowning Serbia using her computer. Still in the bupidi-bapidi mood, Niš asks: "What's wrong?"
Her friend turns and looks at her intrigued. "Are you okay? Do you have the dance plague or something?"
"Oh no", Niš laughs it off still snapping her fingers to the beat. "My jazz festival ended recently and I'm still processing it."
Serbia blinks and turns back to her computer. She scrolls down and grunts: "And again, every time I should be mentioned in these historical essays I get skipped... You know what, this is becoming personal."
"Do not get mad."
"Why shouldn't I get mad! It's relentless! If you ask me this is done intentionally?"
"Well... it is possible. It's a tested way to make you lose your temper and do something stupid" Niš says calm.
Serbia ponders. turning to her friend, she smiles. "That is true... Say, when did you get so smart on this topic?"
Niš, tapping her leg to the rhythm replies: "Well my dear friend. History is a lot like jazz... It's in the notes you don't play." Saying this she continues on her way, leaving her confused friend behind.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Serbia yells. "Are you going somewhere?"
Niš replies off screen: "Oh just visiting our old friend Turkey."
"What?" Serbia utters. "Old friend? That's not how I remember him."
"Yeah, he was kind to invite me to dinner. Isn't he sweet!"
"Now listen her young lady! You get back home at midnight, you hear! And no funny business" the mad nation says pointing at her city like a disappointed mother.
"Serbia I would never", Niš says cheekily.
"That's it! Come back here!" she says disappearing off screen.
Niš yells: "F*ck you! I'm a grown city. I can do what I want!"
"Niš!"
"Serbia! You have to trust me, okay!"
"Oh, it's not you I am worried about" they continue fighting off-screen.