Potica, a cake with walnut filling
I can’t feel my lips.
I can barely find the keys on the keyboard.
This is how it happened.
I went downstairs to give the dog the Christmas bone I bought for him. He didn’t want to take it at first. Finally he did but I don’t know what he did with it, probably hid it somewhere.
My landlady was outside, gathering firewood or something. So I say to her, “Vesel Bozic”, which means Merry Christmas. She says back to me, “Enako” (you too) and a bunch of other stuff I don’t understand.
She comes up the steps and basically I am kidnapped. Again.
Trees near my house
I went out with my camera again this afternoon and took some pictures near my house. This is one of the few that weren’t blurry.
I come back home to find my landlord, along with half the neighbors, chopping up pig parts in the basement. They all look at me. I freeze for a second as the language barrier kicks in, then I remember to say “Dan“, which they answer equally shyly. I give my landlord the rent and he takes it in his big hard palm, stained with pig-part grease, and says “Thank you,” in English.