I’ve just been fed, homemade Burek, a kind of oily pastry filled with mixed meat for the main course. For starter we had a soup of fantastic measure, made by the father. He seemed proud of this soup, and he should be, it was outstanding with a slight touch of fantastic, still more or less simple. The man is retired, still keen and agile and he is repainting one of the rooms.
I need to reflect over some of the things i have seen at this moment. After leaving Zagreb I stated to run into villages with great scares from the war, bombed houses, facades with holes from bullets – details of a war. One can imagine the horror that once ruled these towns and villages as the grenades rained over the houses. Moment of clarity.
At the same time i have never met as friendly, happy and open people as here. It seems everybody is smiling or are they just laughing at me and my fully loaded bike?
Talking to the older of the two sons in the family I realised his hunger for life, that he does not like to sleep but rather stays up long to read and wakes up early to work. He told me today, and i think it came at the right time when i was a bit down, that we should be happy for every day we have. I can see this, and hearing this from someone who have lived three and a half years of his life in a war, it makes more sense.
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I agree with every single word you wrote..Cherish the moment…
Full loaded bike is a magical thing. It opens many “diffrent doors” in some parts of the world.
Hej Erik!
Jag åt också Burek i Fittja härom månaden. Som pirog fast formad som en bajskorv. Det var gott. Puss.