Waking up to a sunny morning. Spending few more minutes in a bed. Prepared a coffee and chatted on line about a summer adventure. I decided to keep it secret until everything is "ready to go". Another 54 days. A blink of an eye 😉
In a bus, riding to a first of my two trainings today. It is already warm, sunglasses on my nose. Sword in a bag on my right shoulder, another bag in my right hand, targets (wara) wrapped in plastic on my left. I am ballancing because bus driver seems to be in a hurry :irked: Doors net to me are not working well and sometimes they won`s open in a bus stop. People, nervous, yelling at a driver. He tries better but still nothing. On a next stop doors open like everything is ok 🙄
My turn to cut. I have two targets, first one I cut perfectly, not a single mistake. With second one I tried something unusual, first cut was good then the second one was terrible. I feel a bit distracted, so a third one was not that good either. Forth one was a disaster, like I have never held sword in my hands ever.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Fifth and sixth were perfect, again.
Walking through a center of a city, not much traffic around, then I discovered the reason. First of May, International Labour Day. Several main workers` unions organized protests but not more than a 2000 people around. I stopped for a while to look at them wearing red shirts, transparents with slogans about workers` solidarity; whistling; stopping those few cars that tried to avoid them.
Elder couple standing beside me, she is having compact camera in her hands, making photographs. Foreigners, she asks her husband (?) is there going to be clashes with a police. I laughed in my mind, givin her just a short glance that she noticed. She still believes in a stories of Serbia during 90s. Political moment is not right for that even though a lot of people in Serbia are living on the edge of powerty. Some are over the edge for a long time now…
Sitting in a shaded patio of cafe-pub "Discobolos", sipping a coffee and mineral water. Waiting for a friend to talk and go to Aikido training. A man on a table next to mine is talking to a audience of four – a woman, two girls and a boy – explaining his viewpoints about things I don`t understand. Obviously he likes the sound of his voice and likes the attention he gets. The way he makes gestures and the way he accentuates his words is slightly annoying. Like he is trying to find perfect words to explain himself. It feels like he is lying to them. After 45 minutes of his monologue (audience were mostly nodding) they split, promising each other to meet again soon. Hopefully I won`t be there 😛
I am wondering where my friend is but then he calls me to tell that Aikido training is cancelled and that he has no time to come to see me. Oh, well….
Bus stop is empty and there is a bench to sit to. It is very warm, they say it is 29C in a shade, but I am not in a shade. Actually, bus stop is on the sunny side of a street and iron plate of a bench is warm under me. I feel I am already sweating, knowing that it will be even worse in a bus. Hopefully it won`t be crowded. Bus arrives in 15 minutes and I know I am lucky, because it is 1st of May and public transport is reduced today.
A man in a seat near the front door starts to talk loud. At first I thought he is talking to a young man standing in front of him but he is not paying attention at all. Man talks about Petar Kočić and some stuff he wrote in one of his books. Luckily, next bus stop is mine. On my way out I could hear him apologising to someone….
Cooked cabbage and beef for lunch :chef: I like raw vegetables so I cut some tomatoes, scallion and red radish. Chocolate cake for a desert. A tea.
Turned on my computer and started to write this post….