>When I was kid growing back in Serbia, only black people there used to be foreign students from african countries

When I graduated, I was unemployed for almost a year until landing my first job. Having nothing much to do, I went back to my photo-cine club and along the way, volunteered to do a photography course for the Nigerian students - attending the high school where I'd, accidentally, start working next year. By that time, though, they were done and went home.

When I was getting married, they sent three guys as a delegation to the city hall. Now you can imagine the four branches of the extended families (the Lala, the Serbia proper, the Hungarians and the Germans - some have come from Germany for that) nudging each other and asking "ciji su ovo rod" (to whom are these related?).

Too bad that my friend who was taking pictures has borrowed an automatic Minolta from someone, and having worked with such a smart camera for the first time in his life (and elsewhere), thought it would do what it can't... so he didn't take a flash. Made for excellent atmosphere, but on the big group photo on the stairs, you can't make out the faces of these guys, too dark.