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They landed in Nice. A limousine waited. Maksim refused to get in because it was black, and he had decided that Tuesday was a "blue car day.""Hoću plavi auto! Sad!" (I want a blue car! Now!)The concierge spent three hours sourcing a sapphire-coloured Bentley while Maksim sat on his designer suitcase, eating artisanal gelato and throwing the expensive cones at pigeons.

The "Itinerary of a Spoiled Child"—or as the Serbian subtitles would flash across the screen: —began not with a suitcase, but with a tantrum over the thread count of his travel pajamas. Itinerary of a Spoiled Child titlovi Srpski

In a small village outside Monaco, the Bentley got a flat tire. There was no cell service. Maksim stood on the dusty road in his €500 loafers, watching a local boy kick a deflated football made of rags.The boy laughed. He had nothing on the itinerary, no gold cherries, and no blue car.Maksim looked at his tablet, then at the boy. For the first time, the "spoiled child" felt something strange: envy. Not for an object, but for the ease of a smile that hadn't been bought. They landed in Nice

Maksim was ten years old and had never heard the word "no" in a way that actually stuck. His parents, desperate to keep the peace, had planned a summer that would make a Roman emperor blush. In a small village outside Monaco, the Bentley

Maksim didn't ask for a new toy that night. He asked for a ball. A normal, cheap, plastic ball.

The itinerary called for a private tour of the Louvre, but Maksim wanted to play video games. When his mother tried to take his tablet, he didn't just cry—olujni oblak (a storm cloud) seemed to settle over the hotel suite."Dosadno mi je! Hoću kući!" (I’m bored! I want to go home!)He threw a crystal vase. It didn't break, which made him angrier. He wanted the drama of shattered glass.

Maksim sat in a leather seat wide enough for a polar bear. He stared at a golden bowl of cherries."Ove trešnje nisu dovoljno hladne!" (These cherries aren't cold enough!) he shrieked.His father sighed, signaling the flight attendant to bring a bowl chilled to exactly four degrees. Maksim didn't eat them; he just liked watching the staff scramble.