I don't know which dog bit my border control agent in the b*tt when he got up in the morning but he was treating me like I was a common criminal here to steal from his glorious land. I was trying to be optimistic about this god forsaken trip but these ill-bred slav rednecks really made it difficult. They gave me a hard time about everything, from my passport edge being a tiny bit frayed to my documents being “improperly printed” whatever that means. I felt like I had a Slav target on my back. Even made me wait way longer than necessary at every point. Looking back, I think they were trying to get a bribe out of me but those roughnecks couldn't speak enough English to ask me for it.