Neboisha lost his tickets to the Montenegro—Russia game, and all his friends laughed at him. But there was a petard thrown at the goalkeeper, and the game was stopped, and the fans sat at the grandstand in vain for three hours. Neboisha’s wife thanks Holy Mary because he was instead sitting on the soft coach in front of the TV and even repaired the iron that he had been promising to repair for two years.

Cheerful tourist from Spain arrived in Niksic. He saw that gentlemen hugging each other on the street. He decided that he was in a gay-friendly town. Now he thanks Saint Sebastian for the fact that, having decided to clarify this issue, he assidently met some Russian guy Vova from Bar and asked him, instead of some Montenegrin.

2015

Juan Puntes thanks to St. Francis for the fact that when he was walking and suddenly the local idiots began to burn plastic, Marat Guelman took him home. He did not inhale the poison.

Montenegro, 2015

Ostap from Berdichev thanks Saint Philip because that night when he had few too many in the restaurant “Mlin” (Mill) and went to pick up ladies who turned out to be the wives of the gypsy baron, the baron had three important meetings so he gave only a flick on the nose to the tourist and refrained from further argumentation.

Ostap Pshonka — Montenegro, 2015

Thanks to Saint Nicholas because when my kids, Andrei and Boban, got lost in the woods and in despair began to eat cones, they met a postman-fox who showed them the way home.

Milena, 2015

I sell donuts at the Herceg Novi beach. Everybody have loved my donuts for many years. I thank the Virgin Mary because, the last year, Petar came to the beach and he loved not just my donuts but myself. Now we are happy together.

I thank Virgin Mary because when my pink dress in which I first kissed Dushan and which I want to wear for a date with Marco was taken by wind, there was a big palm on its way, and the dress got caught up in its branches.

Tamara R.