An American, an Italian, a Turk and a Sardar met.

> American: ‘I'm proud of our CIA. They know whatever's happening in the world, often before it happens.’

> Italian: ‘I'm proud of our women. They're most beautiful and proud and not easy to be “had”.’

> Turk: ‘I'm proud of our carpets – true works of art. No one can make carpets of such high quality.’

Then they all looked at the silent Sardar, waiting for his response…
> finally, they asked: ‘What are you proud of?’

Sardar: ‘I'm proud of myself!’
They all asked: ‘How so?’
Sardar: ‘Last week I screwed an Italian woman on a Turkish carpet – and the CIA knew nothing about it!’