So, I decided to visit the grave of The Seven Brothers. I crossed the Miljacka River and walked up to the eastern wall of the mosque. I saw the seven windows with their green wooden bars and, in each window, a slot for inserting a coin. I looked into each window and saw, beneath the bars, a grave facing the East - the same type of oddly beautiful graves, with their white turban-like headstones, as I had seen in some cemeteries all over the city. Seven of them in one room, just as the Hadjinica had described to me.
I asked my question out loud, inserted five Deutsch Marks into each window, and then continued walking past the mosque and up the road.
After about two hundred metres, I came upon two elderly women engaged in a lively conversation. I walked up to them as closely as I could and listened intently, just managing to hear the words:
Pa da! Da! Da!