From time to time, one curious Whyttester goes to our Serbian colleagues to experience their vibe, way of working, culture and maybe teach them something and vice versa. 2 weeks apart and some words later, the man has something to tell! Enjoy!   ____ Hey there! My name is Mircea Olteanu and I am a Quality Assurance Tester for (of course) Whyttest. When I am not at work, I usually just kick back with my passion: music, which I love to listen, collect and sometimes even play in my hometown of Roman for the amazing people there. When it’s not that, I will most often turn to video games and going out with friends.   But enough about me, you most probably clicked this in order to read the experience I had during my (sadly short) stay in Serbia, right at our sister-company from Belgrade. When I was presented with the offer to go there and assist our colleagues there, I have to admit I was not sure I was up to the job, although thankfully, my friends and co-workers encouraged me to do so and get out more, whatever that means. I guess I just didn’t expect that I would be stepping so much out of my comfort zone and travelling alone to another country, by plane no less, which would mark my first trip with this mode of transportation. I have to admit, the room was getting hotter by the second just thinking about it, but I was determined to face this whole challenge with my chin held high and as prepared as I could be for the experience I was about to have.   I arrived at the airport (my first checkpoint in this high difficulty game) way too early, just because I was afraid there was a chance of losing the flight. I did my best to navigate through Bucharest’s Otopeni Airport, asking everyone around what my next step should be for reaching the gate through which I would be boarding the small airplane. I had no problem waiting around for about an hour and a half, my trusty headphones and Spotify didn’t let me down one bit and so I managed to get to the seat of one of the things that once terrified me, without any problem. The takeoff and landing were the worst parts, as I have been warned beforehand, but I have to say it was a real eye-opener that airplanes aren’t really that bad.   After getting my luggage, I was greeted with a cardboard that had my name on it by the owner of the amazing apartment that I would call home for the next two weeks. I have to say, I underestimated the roads and how Serbia would look, it astonished me how much the way from the Tesla Airport and into Belgrade reminded me of Romania and our views and buildings. Coming as a surprise, exiting my temporary home and getting to the office took one minute on