A story of a taxi driver from Belgrade: I borrowed 1.000 euros to the neighbor in the middle of the night, and I have a baby. 7 days later, someone rang at the door!

Urban legends are favorite themes in the capital's cafes. There are many, and some are less familiar. A status on social networks began spreading with lightning speed which made a lot of people think. Wheater was that true or just another legend, it was really well written and has a meaning. The stories from Belgrade taxi drivers are always interesting. We give you the entire status:

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According to this story, someone entered the cab after a long, busy working day, and the taxi driver was very keen to talk ... So he told an interesting and informative story.

Foto-ilustracija: Telegraf

"You know what happened to me and my wife? Someone rings at our door, in the middle of the night. Evil time.

I look through the spy hole, I see a neighbor, around 30 years old, crying. We know each other with "hello" but I know that his father died, I saw the obituary in the entrance of the building. I open, my wife is getting up as well.

- Neighbor, are you ok, what is going on, I ask. My wife is saying her condolences.

- I am sorry, please, for waking you up this early. I need to bury my father and I am laying up and I realize that won't have enough money.

- The times are hard. I am sorry to hear that. How much do you need, neighbor?

- I need a thousand euros if you can borrow me.

Wife and I looked at each other. Dread silence. I have it. I have those damn 1.000 euros, but I also have a small child. I barely know the man. But I know what it's like not to have. I am a Christian. And I do have. I have those thousand euros, f*uck them.

- Listen, neighbor. I can't believe what I am about to say. We are door by door. I will give you the money. I will give it to you, but let me know the precise date when you will going to return the money. I am a father, she is small. Don't make me fight with each other over money.

- I am returning in one week.

- No shit. I am telling you nicely, no shit. I will give you the money but say in one month, I know you can't return it in one week. Don't do that.

- You have my word.

It's been a week. The neighbor is at the door. I open and see that he is carrying sweets, coffee, all sorts of stuff. I already expect him to start apologizing and prolonging.

- Neighbour, it's like this. Coffee is for you and the lady, chocolate is for the child. And here are the thousand euros, just like I promised. I will be grateful as long as I am living. No one wanted to help me. My old man was a miser, he grew old, his wits left him, he searched through the garbage container. He saved a lot. I knew he did, I just didn't know where he hid it. Tell me if you need interest.

- It's alright. Bless you".

Foto-ilustracija: Flickr/Claudio Riccio

What were you do if you were in this man's position? If you were, and if you had the money to borrow, would you? Write in the comments! 

(Telegraf.co.uk)