On the 24th of December, the road leads me to a small village not far from Nis, Serbia. In this orthodox land, Christmas is celebrated on the 7th of January. Boban becomes my host and we spend the evening raising our glass cheering “Happy catholic Christmas!”. The next few days, he introduces me to the people and treats me like the son he never had. Before I go he asks me to come back to settle down there. We hug each other on the side of the road and the man leaves me.