I was sitting in line at the ATM, when I noticed an unkempt woman with pretty bad teeth and wearing rags. She was also waiting for something or someone. A child, couldn’t have been older than 10, came out of the bank building holding two plastic glasses of water. In many cases, water is free in institutions. His face was smeared with dirt, and he was also wearing ragged clothes. He cried for his mother, gave her her glass and then the most interesting thing happened. They were standing on the corner of a crossroad and both of them, first the woman, then the little boy, poured water on the ground, before drinking. For the dead, as so often found in Balkan folklore and superstitions.