Dusan immediately stopped the car in the middle of the yard. The doors flew open, and my three Serbian comrades rushed out into the crowd. I stayed put, at first just sitting in my seat with my door being the only one still closed and locked. However, I heard what I could only identify as gunshots. Pop, pop, pop. Three times for three short-tempered guys. Three times was enough for me. I fell to the floor of the tiny car. I threw my backpack on top of myself and hid the best I could. I felt my body trying to flatten itself, instinctively trying to make myself less of a target than I was. My fat body betrayed me as I could only shrink so much.