
The story goes like this, a group of boys, from Serbia if you really have to know, get a chance to work abroad. They all hail from the same neighborhood, friends from a time in the past millennium. Now these boys were never saints, but still managed to make their parents proud. They got to their final year in college, almost done but then this cursed or blessed trip came along. The last week before they had to go home, the boys took of, without a trace, gone in the unknown. Following the American dream they said to themselves, before the night of their grand escape. With the little money they had left, they rented a rat infested place. In hiding from the police, they needed money to eat, they remembered how the older kids from their neighborhood used to talk about robbing cars. With their backs against the wall, they started their little scheme. Tourists were their favorite game, a lot of luggage and no brains. Still chasing the American dream, step by step, but you know what they say Rome wasn't built in a day. This is where I end this story, but fear not the boys will continue it for me. Now ask yourselves, did they ruin their lives or are they on a path to greatness?

