Bratislava - wet privates

Typical. After weeks of sunny weather i arrive in austria and is chucking it down. Struggled to bratislava to get a hotel and find there is a nato summit on. The place is crawling with huge coppers, armed to the teeth. Of course this is a prime Target for all manner of terrorists, so they are all a bit jumpy. One of them looks at me and asks in a thick slovakian accent:

"vat ees zis?"

"oh, thats my ukulele", I reply.

Guatanemo bay here i come