One day I was walking along to the suburb of the city to see a museum with a group of teenagers. We passed a river filled with trash because of people who were two lazy to walk a bit further to garbage bins. One of the girls (Bosniak) pointed at the river and said: “You know! We are heading toward the Republika Srpska. The Serbs here have the habit of littering the river; making the city not so nice.”

Uh! Hmm! Okay!

Bogami! I swear to my boze–when I have one–that only a few weeks after, while hanging out in Travnik, I saw a woman getting out of her house. She walked down the street and headed toward a small river. (I like watching people doing trivial things.) She opened her small plastic shopping bag, dumped then entire load into the river. Then she folded the bag and walked back home. Hmm, she even saved the garbage bag.

This area is close to the Old Town, surrounded by mosques. 82% of Travnik’s population is Bosniak. Fiddle around with probability, and you tell me about this woman I saw in Travnik.