I was recently asked to source a quote. The screenplay mentioned is probably representative of the post-Tito Serbian Modernist genre, and modestly, I quote:
His face was side-lit from the blazing sun off the street. We were sitting inside, deep under the portico. Even the flies were somnolent in the afternoon heat. The barman indolently cleared a forgotten beer-glass from the counter, while idly watching the sun-beaten English girls across the square.
“So I’m turning 29. This Sunday. Oh well.”
He looked up over his glasses. The blend of irony and deadpan fatalism hung in the air like blue Gauloise fog.
-- “Zastava Smackdown” by Giovanni Nessuno, p 183. Rome, 1991.