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....So I hopped a bus and headed to the post office (I literally crossed a river by the way). This was a huge post office, it's where all the international mail arrives. There were about 6 entrances. The third time was a charm and I found the right entrance. I found a great security guy who read my letter and escorted me to the the fifth floor - The International Postal Service. This office consisted of two worn out desk, a terrible blue carpet and three ladies who do not enjoy their job. I showed the least unfriendly looking of the three my letter. She read it and pointed to a chair and said - Sedite! (you sit). I must admit I was kind of worried at this point. Had we been sent contraband, was this package really not for us and full of drugs? I quietly and humbly did as I was told and created more crazy scenarios that would result in me living my life out in a Serbian prison. After many rounds of Angry Birds on my phone a much nicer lady appeared and asked me if I was a diplomat or worked at the embassy. I said I did not and we launched into a long conversation about why I was here, what I was doing, why I was living in Belgrade. The nice lady then vanished after telling me to sedite! A few minutes later she returned with the customs slip. She explained that there was a very big box waiting for me and a very small value on the customs slip. Because of this they had taken the liberty to inspect the box and found that I owed a rather large customs tax. YIKES I thought. Then the very nice lady explained that today I would not pay, next time I would pay. Then in English she said "You get box, you go home". Not only was I going to get the package, I was going home, therefore avoiding Serbian prison! A different security guard escorted me downstairs to a postal window where I showed my passport and got the box. Describing how big it was would be pointless so here is a picture of Miki sitting on the box.
So the moral of the story is please keep sending packages. WE LOVE THEM!!!! If you keep the customs value "under" $60 we avoid customs. The value in the box could be more but the box can't look like a $300 box with a value of $47.50 on the customs slip.... just sayin.
....So I hopped a bus and headed to the post office (I literally crossed a river by the way). This was a huge post office, it's where all the international mail arrives. There were about 6 entrances. The third time was a charm and I found the right entrance. I found a great security guy who read my letter and escorted me to the the fifth floor - The International Postal Service. This office consisted of two worn out desk, a terrible blue carpet and three ladies who do not enjoy their job. I showed the least unfriendly looking of the three my letter. She read it and pointed to a chair and said - Sedite! (you sit). I must admit I was kind of worried at this point. Had we been sent contraband, was this package really not for us and full of drugs? I quietly and humbly did as I was told and created more crazy scenarios that would result in me living my life out in a Serbian prison. After many rounds of Angry Birds on my phone a much nicer lady appeared and asked me if I was a diplomat or worked at the embassy. I said I did not and we launched into a long conversation about why I was here, what I was doing, why I was living in Belgrade. The nice lady then vanished after telling me to sedite! A few minutes later she returned with the customs slip. She explained that there was a very big box waiting for me and a very small value on the customs slip. Because of this they had taken the liberty to inspect the box and found that I owed a rather large customs tax. YIKES I thought. Then the very nice lady explained that today I would not pay, next time I would pay. Then in English she said "You get box, you go home". Not only was I going to get the package, I was going home, therefore avoiding Serbian prison! A different security guard escorted me downstairs to a postal window where I showed my passport and got the box. Describing how big it was would be pointless so here is a picture of Miki sitting on the box.
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