Today, as I was walking past the cathedral to buy a fan at the local electronics store, they had a stage set up and they were blasting sort of "house music," if an oldster such as myself can use such a term without sounding ridiculous. And, the lyrics of this house music, involved a woman begging to be fucked and spanked. She seemed quite intent on this outcome. I stopped, and some hot young thing in a Coca Cola shirt, tied to expose her midriff, of course, came up to me, saying, "Engleski?" I guess because she could tell how utterly stunned I was to hear this blaring music with a woman screaming about how badly she wanted to be fucked, RIGHT IN FRONT OF A CHURCH. I said to this woman, "Do people know what she's saying?" She just laughed, and said, "Of course, everyone speaks English. It is second language in Bosnia."

This has not been my experience when ordering coffee, but I didn't argue with her. She then asked me to come back and see the concert later that evening, at which they would give away the Volkswagen that was covered in balloons next to the stage.

I'm on my way there right now.

As I was leaving, I took note of a Bosnian woman, with head scarf, standing before the stage, her young baby in her arms, swaying in time to this house music, featuring a woman screaming at the top of her lungs that she would like at this time to be fucked a bit harder.