The Serbs are very tall* and I soon learned why. All that food has to go somewhere. In Americans, it goes sideways, in Serbs, upwards.
*I remember being out in Novi Sad with my tiny German colleague, at some festival, so the streets of the old town were packed. Honestly, we had to try not to get stepped on. Our host, who already tall, decided to go extra tall on a pair of heels – this meant that every time I turned to talk to her, I ended up conversing directly at her breasts before having to rapid do that man-thing were I quickly try to look everywhere but where I'm looking.