And we don't hate eachother here in the Balkans, i think. It's a mixture of love and hate.
We make war at the morning, then we make peace at noon. We start drinking together, we start kissing eachother and tell one another how we love eachother so much and how we'd die for the other one. Then the wine starts talking more, someone will mention something from the past, the other guy won't like it and we start a new war late in the night.
The other day the same story goes all over again.
That's how the Balkans function.