Alright, let's open it up with a disclaimer: Last post was totally, 100%, chem trail-grade bullshit. April Fools, guys. Although in all fairness, the odds of me finding myself in Serbian prison aren't exactly laughable, so I guess the lead-in makes it understandable.
Spring has arrived! At least for a day or so. I heard birds, there was a blue sky, and the gray buildings were positively...well, still gray. But a brighter gray, which was nice.
Kids, it's been quite a long week, and I'm still a bit off my game in terms of this whole "articulation" thing, so hey, look, some observations!
- Perhaps you recall my post a few weeks back talking about the occasional explosive sparks coming from the overhead trolley power lines. Hey, no big deal. This is Beograd, bitches! So I thought nothing of it when a particularly big spark blew out above me (it's Friday. Maybe the trolley was excited). Then, about three seconds later, I saw two ragged, slightly singed feathers float gently down to land at my feet. Poor fella never stood a chance.
- I got on the relatively empty bus and saw the open backseat, slightly elevated. I climbed the small step, picked the middle seat, sat down, and realized that I had a goddamn throne. Or perhaps the Kirk seat on the Enterprise. However you roll it, it was freaking powerful. Good way to start your day.
- Fastforward to the end of the day: I grabbed dinner and the guy forgot my order. Without thinking, "I ordered pljeskavica with cabbage and onions" came out of my mouth in solid Serbian. At least solid enough to be understood. Right on.
Srpski reć dnevni: (I may be totally butchering this, as my half-asleep host-dad told it to my also-half-asleep self): Imanjak--a person who shares the same name as another person, e.g. Samuel L. Jackson is my imanjak. Which is a sweet feeling.
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