Week 18- Ride across the river

Week 18- Ride across the river

1th of may. It is one of my favorite days in the year. It is holiday and all of the people want to go outside, make a BBQ, drink and enjoy. It doesn’t matter if it rains. Nooooo……It is funny because most of the people in Serbia do not spend time in nature except on this day. And all of the “famous” picnic places are completely full. But this year we managed to find a nice quiet spot at coutryside, at my friend Maja’s summer house (the village of Kremna). It was girls’ party with cider, beer, barbecue and a lot of girls’ (neverending) chatter. It was WHOA …..just perfect….just what I needed.

On this photo i am lying on a small bridge. It is a teeny tiny suspension bridge, a little scary, but it is OK when you lay down. Our food was on the one side of the river and the center of the party (with drinks) was on another, so the bridge was hot-spot. We have crossed it so many times, which started to feel a little scary after a few drinks………..

So it is easier to lay down for a while……to have a rest and wait a little for a new boost of courage. 😀

Kako da vam radna subota ne uštine vikend- 1. deo

Pošto sam završila građevinu, kao vredna i ambiciozna osoba, posle fakulteta posao se obrušio na mene. Građevina je jedan do najtežih fakulteta, zahteva uporan i kontinuiran rad. Građevina je fakultet za vredne ljude koji vole da rade. Šekspir kaže: “Ko želi pravdu, dobiće je i previše.”  Tako smo i mi koji smo želeli rad, dobili ga i previše. Gde god sam pokucala, zavirila, zagrebala, rmbalo se i prekovremeno i subotom i nedeljom. Muka! I ono što nas sve najgore šilji je činjenica da (makar za posao u projektovanju) je dobrom organizacijom moguće sve završiti za 40 radnih sati nedeljno. Nema potrebe svake subote se bečiti ispred kompa, raditi iste stvari po 5 puta jer ti fali podloga (a direktor bi se baš rado podičio spakovanim projektom kod onog Pere, bez obzira što je na podlozi koja ne valja). Nema potrebe ostajati prekovremeno i crtati nešto što ćete ujutru prepravljati, jer ste bili premoreni. Jedina korist od toga je što ćete u ponedeljak kad uključite komp i vidite opet ono isto, prvo baciti peglu, pa razmisliti natenane šta su prioriteti za ovu sedmicu. Ali srpski biznismeni, šefovi i direktori izuzetno pate od formalizma, ekstremno su neorganizovani i potreban im je neko ko će da ih:
1. Prati i divi im se
2. Popunjava rupe i vodi posao, zaboga
A onda posle svoje nesrećne radne subote, sa izgledom pande (belo lice i crni podočnjaci) odete na Adu gde vaše društvo roštilja i pijanči od rane zore. Naravno, svi se mi družimo sa gomilom džabalebaroša raznih vrsta (ko će još i u slobodno vreme slušati o poslu). Stižete na mesto zločina (duša kasni 2 minuta za vama), ovi su već Šanodušo, od roštilja su ostale samo kobasice, mast se slojanila sa lukom na dnu šerpe. Kažete: ” Jao, evo i mene najzad. Moram i subotom da radim, znaš. Baš mi je smor, mrzim radne subote.” A onda proizvoljni džabalebaroš, već ukrstio očima kaže: ” Bože svašta, uopšte nisi ambiciozna, kakav je to odnos prema poslu! Tako li ćemo u Evropu! E moja omladino! Treba da budeš zahvalna što imaš mogućnost da radiš, znaš li šta bismo mi dali da imamo posao i da nismo sad ovde! Moraš da razmisliš o nekim stvarima i životnim prioritetima, vidim ja, nećeš ti sa tim stavom ni dokle dogurati!” A onda vi njemu kažete:

batman-slaps-robin

(u pitanju je proizvoljna rečenica, čiji se tekst cenzuriše), dograbite neko od preostalih piva i navrnete dooooobro. Iako kasnite sa brojem popijenih piva iscrpljenost vašeg napaćenog organizma omogućiće da jedno pivo vredi kao tri. Dišite duboko. Pojedite i slojanjenu masnu kobasicu, olakšaće vam mamurluk (kud još da propadne i nedelja, jedini slobodan dan, kad se kupate, čistite kuću, mažete nokte i spremate ručkove za narednu sedmicu). Pojedite i onaj luk sa dna šerpe, oteraće deo smarača koji žele da vam radnu subotu oplemene svojim mudrostima (onaj drugi deo je uglavnom anesteziran, luk ih neće oterati). Ne upuštajte se u (polu)inteligentne razgovore, pričajte o pingvinima, otrovnim amazonskim žabama, o Milanu Tarotu, Kremanskom proročanstvu, Hitlerovoj nuklearnoj podmornici na Mesecu i tako nekim stvarima. Ni o čemu što se tiče pravog života. I posle 5 piva (=15 piva) vam bude booooooooooolje…..

 

Stay tuned….

 

Week 23- Miss Fatty, Fatty

Week 23- Miss Fatty, Fatty

Sorry, sorry, we are jumping over the several weeks, but you will understand why.

This is my sister, Miss Fatty, Fatty. She is not actually fat, she is only pregnant. But she was thin for many, many years and I have to admit that I am totally delighted that she is finally fatter than me. (It has happed once more when she was pregnant for the first time, with Pavle). Now I had to hurry with this post, beacuse she will deliver the baby soon! Estimated term is 4th of July and we are looking forward to it. Pavle will get a baby brother! And goodbye Miss Fatty Fatty!

Look at her! She is so beautiful and happy! And me as well!

But it brings up another problem: Will I be able to be double-superhero-aunt to Pavle and to the baby? It is a great responsibility, you know. That job means a lot of stuff, for instance:

-eating exclusively with hands and encouraging Pavle to do it as well
-driving a teeny tiny car and forcing Pavle to push me beacuse the car is too slow
-making tents all around the house and hide
-speaking in a deeeeeep voice
-playing Pavle amazing music, totally inapropriate for kids
-letting Pavle explore the content of refrigerator and try everything he likes
-throwing all shampoos and shower gels in the bath an watching them slide (hilarious noise)
-playing guittar with Pavle (he is slightly better than me) and singing loudly

….and so on. I have to keep high standards in my aunt business. And make everyting double. Sound like a challenge! Who am I kidding? I am TOTALLY looking forward to expand my superhero work!

But new tips are always welcome!

P. S. Dear parents, aunts are NOT spoiling your children. Children need some safe spot where they can do all the stupid things fearlessly. And aunts need that as well. So it makes perfect match!

Week 17- How to make a short story even shorter

Week 17- How to make a short story even shorter

This lady with me is my beautiful youngest sister Nevenka. It was the day when something unpredicted tried to harm her beauty. The result: this small scar at her forehead.

Let me explain: A festival “In the middle of the way” (where famous writers from Serbia, Bosnia and other countries gather, present their books and make lectures) took a place in our hometown. Nevenka went to a very interesting lecture by famous Serbian writer David Albahari. It was about short stories. Mr Albahari is old and has serious health problems, so he couldn’t reach the main hall, which is on the 3rd floor of highschool. Organizers have decided to move his lecture in one of the classrooms at ground floor, so he didn’t have to climb the stairs. The classroom was too small and it was OVERCROWDED with people. The outside temperature was about 33 C, it was uncommonly warm. And it was unbearably warm in the classroom, with a few hundreds of people.

Nevenka felt dizzy and after a while she fell unconsciousness!………………………….Silence…………………………
(Afterwards she said: “Just for a moment EVERYONE’S EYES were fixed at me!”). And I say that she has cut the short story in two.)

Some people helped her, gave her some water, and a friend gave her a ride home. But she still had a small souvenir at her forehead. She hit the chair when she fell. We were worried but the scar has disappeared a few days later. But the moment of her glory will shine forever! Like a diamond! Sorry for interruption, Mr Albahari!

Week 16- Flower child

Week 17- Flower child

Now this is what I call “the spring”. I am lying on the ground among fresh grass and yellow flowers. Feeling the nature! It is a sunset at our “ranch”, our new favorite place. And I look like junke on a rehab on this photo. Which is a kind of truth. Again and again, I am sick of office, I want to lay on the ground in the flowers, stare at the sky, listen to birds and empty my mind. I think that I deserve to be paid for that, because I am so God damn good at it! Natural talent!

Week 15- Daily dose of sanity

Week 15- Daily dose of sanity

This photo is outstanding example of everyday life. This is my colleague Nancy and me in our favorite café MAKAMARA. We go there for a coffee every day after work. The place is nice, with painted walls, as you can see, and it has huuuge windows. It is located at the main square in Uzice, so it has the best view in town. And girls as girls, you know, we take advantage of our high position and we are observing people, kids, dogs, cats, making up stories, dialogues and so on. Waiters know us very well, and we don’t need to order, just say “As usual.” (That means two coffees, one with milk, one without, and two glasses of sparkling water, 270 dinars, as usual). And, believe me, it is a great feeling, it feels like home.
Now when I count, we have spent a great deal of time there. Oh, so many discussions about political situation in the world, global warming, ecology, engineering, business, big ideas, fashion, make up, boys, girls, friends, enemies, so much complaining and yet so much laughter. That is favorite part of everyday routine, like a small reward after 8 hours of work. When we were analyzing our spending (because the money is always mysteriously disappearing), we were considering (for a couple of seconds) should we still be drinking a coffee there every day. But we have decided that it is very bad idea because a coffee at MAKAMARA’s is essential for our mental health in these hard times. And it just cannot be paid.

 

Week 14- Waiting for the sun

Week 14- Waiting for the sun

New (red) sneakers? Check!
Spring cleaning? Check!
Hair? Check!
New jeans? Check!
T-shirt? Check!
Something is missing…..let me see…oh, yeah, we only miss the spring. What took it so long? Dear spring, please, don’t be shy, we are impatiently expecting you and everything is ready. Bring us some color and some real flowers. Here is the photo so you can get an impression.

P. S. I am posting this on June 13th, and the situation about spring is pretty much the same (my sneakers are just a little older)! I am getting angry!