On the road - part 4

Day 2,130, 18:31 Published in Slovenia Slovenia by Ice Killa

Oh, the glorious days of freedom. That day I was walking home alone with my friend to his village near Gevgelija. I am not particularly sure what is more fascinating; me loving the clear lovable skies or me dreaming of how small we humans are while observing the stars. It felt like I could grab one of those stars, touch it and send it back. I felt calm, yet so alive. And in pondering, pondering state. By observing the stars do you realize ... why do things the normal way if you can do them your way and, fascinatingly enough, enjoy it and be yourself.

My friend in Gevgelija is an amazing guy. For enabling me the opportunity to see Macedonian countryside first handed. To meet Macedonian people, and the thing that matters - friends. I loved it there. I felt like myself. I felt home.

Back in Ohrid ...

I arranged the meeting with the doctor somewhere around afternoon. I usually slept a lot in Ohrid. The city was magnificent, but it has that alluring charm that keeps you dizzy with beauty in your eyes and makes you forget about other things. It gives you the fake feeling of safeness and love. While you will have huge problems accomplishing those goals in the beauty-driven place.

Looks can deceive though. And doctor made sure that was the case.

With tiredness in my eyes I departed my apartment and headed out to the city centre where the doctor was supposed to meet me. And so he came with his black car. Giving away lights of energy from his body again enabling me a glimpse of what life is once more. One cannot feel bored with him.

I gave him a warm handshake and we were off to his place. While being in half-sleepy melancholic mood he sucked it out of me and brought that cozy gentle smile on my face. Of course he was not aware of it.

He had these black sunglasses giving him the looks of a proper madafakr. Obviously he seemed a bit funny to me. In this positive hard-to-describe way. You do not meet people like him on daily basis. His attitude towards things - it made me literally speechless. He greets everybody, makes absolute strangers feel like his friends within minutes. And has this relaxed, profound view on things.

Beside being a social genius. Hanging with so many people, it was like he is born to be a doctor.

Arriving at his place. I couldn't help myself but to stretch my back. I am an old man, I often tell myself while playing child games. Like traveling and drinking from time to time.

Being escorted to his place, he told me the short and not so short military debriefing of who lives in his house. Fair enough. And then we slowly went into his house. There his wife and some English teacher that he invited to his house awaited us.

The one fluent in English broke the rule. Speak Serbian so the whole world can understand you. She spoke like a Belgian. You know, very fluent, but you know something is not right.

His home was perfect. With the exception of one minor - to men very crucial detail - his cable TV was not working. And it seemed he was willing to sell his house just to get more TV programs. Or, if I remember well, the chance to watch Macedonia play live. He relaxed after he found out the lunch was almost ready. Drinking homemade juice, which was quite delicious, made him relaxed. Getting calls from few friends made him cheered up. He was back in action.

A doctor has to keep his stuff organized. So he showed me his room calle😛 "Knowledge STRONK" in his house. That was the place where he said he learns to be the best doctor there is.

So all the kids survive and get to live another day.

The lunch was ready. The doctor went to get some rakija and they poured it into glasses. Obviously I thought you have to drink it all in one shot. Only then was I told that you drink it while eating the lunch. I still had that shot though.

And I thought Slovenians are alcoholics.

After we had eaten his wife's lovely dish, we went to the balcony so he could smoke. There he told me the recipe how he got rid of his wife when the duty required it.

I believe he will simply laugh if he reads this. He sent her to a shopping trip in Thessaloniki/Solun for 5 days. And the effects, he said, held for 10 days. The joy, the new clothes. The vacation all together. What an ingenious move. Of course if you want your wife to love you while you are too busy with other more important things. Yes, we all know what that might be.

After that we went back inside. The brownies that were made were beyond delicious. Like a sweet mixture of poignant taste. After tasting it you feel a bit sad because you cannot stuff more into yourself. Your belly feels inflated. You feel wonderfully fat. Because you ate this godly chocolate miracle.

And to sum it up, we had this strong Turkish coffee. The one that Macedonians call Macedonian coffee. Fantastic. Proper meal. Proper enjoyment. Proper life this doctor has.

With full bellies, although telling me you should never do that and immediately go out and play, we went out to play basketball. Something like doctors telling you not to drink too much, while they drink the most.

"Zdovc, Zdovc!!" were they shouting after me scoring 2 shots in a row, before that I was Macedonian basketball team during this Eurobasket in Slovenija.

You might require more information. I was in a team with doctor's brother, him and me. And we won I believe all of the matches. Even against some younger, more athletic guys.

It wasn't us being that good, we were the best out of the worst.

The doctor had a friend that served in Slovenia during the time when my country was in the process of liberation. He knew some Slovenian words. But impressively he spoke French spending 18 years in that country and just recently returning back to Macedonia.

They all spoke Serbian about as silly as I do. Most of them. Or would just claim that Macedonian is actually Serbian.

With Skopsko in his hand, the doctor sure knew how to relax after recreation.

Slowly leaving the basketball court we agreed we shall play some basketball tomorrow as well. It turned out he got sick the next day and I spent the day, well, sleeping and dreaming. And getting some burek. I was too lazy to do anything worth mentioning. Moments like that are needed for one to think about what he has been through.

Somewhat like me currently writing this at 4 o' clock in the morning. Thinking up of what I want to do next with my life. And indirectly influence the course of other people's lives as well. Silly silly life.