Bosnians do it better
I am a Bosnian.
Please forgive my parents who buy $1500 DVD players with big speakers so that they can listen to Bosnian music.
When they leave the house, they leave the music on, so that the house may be filled with men singing about loving you in a cafe near a park with a harmonica playing in the background.
There is a Bosnian gathering today at my house.
My mother has prepared copious varieties of foods. She nearly broke her back baking yesterday, Bosnian stylez.
I must leave you now, as the Bosnian music has come to an end, and another cd should be placed in the DE-VE-DE (DVD Bosnian Sytlez).
Maybe you will come today, and maybe I will be here. Of this, I do not know. I shall call you, because I have plans to go to a beach, yet I will make sure the Bosnian Party People take food with them so that you may eat and think of our Bosnian families who do not starve because they have Suho Meso and Mjeveno Meso.
