There is another scene that keeps coming to me over and over when I think about my summer.
Autumn* and I walked to work together, most days.
One morning we were walking and it was particularly windy. Leaves and trash were swirling around everywhere. My eyes were half shut so I wouldn't get dirt in them.
A plastic bag came shooting toward us, pasted itself against Autumn's leg, and stayed there.
"What the fuck!", was her reaction.
Hahahahaha.
As if the wind, or the bag, or even Bosnia had done it on purpose.
*Name not changed to protect her identity.
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