sometimes pictures or first impressions do not tell the real story.this picture for instance shows Nikola (Tafra), one of the special people that live in our little community in Modris, part of Svinisce, a chain of little communities.
at first when you meet him, he seems to be a bit a difficult man, but I told you:
never trust a first impression !
like drinking a wine, you should give it some time (or glasses), and slowly allow yourselve to get used, which we did.
Nikola, Mate for his friends, is one of the best people to have around, always willing to share, help or to invite you for a glass or some food.
and of course, wine (white), orachovic(wallnut booze) or travarica (herbal booze) are home made, and so is most of his food, grown by himselve on the field next to ours.
for a man that lost half an arm and an eye, covered with scars (from playing in his young years with one of those "nice" post war presents called grenades (a German one this time) , he is the best example of a survivor, an amazing character in every way, and a friend to pamper as you have the luck to know him better.
I could tell about many examples proving what I mean, but again, like in all my little stories about Svinisce, you'll have to believe me, or better, come and experience it all yourselve some lucky moment.
and no, that's not his monkey on his shoulder, it's his young white cat, hiding for his little black dog.
Nikola, Mate for his friends, is one of the best people to have around, always willing to share, help or to invite you for a glass or some food.
and of course, wine (white), orachovic(wallnut booze) or travarica (herbal booze) are home made, and so is most of his food, grown by himselve on the field next to ours.
for a man that lost half an arm and an eye, covered with scars (from playing in his young years with one of those "nice" post war presents called grenades (a German one this time) , he is the best example of a survivor, an amazing character in every way, and a friend to pamper as you have the luck to know him better.
I could tell about many examples proving what I mean, but again, like in all my little stories about Svinisce, you'll have to believe me, or better, come and experience it all yourselve some lucky moment.
and no, that's not his monkey on his shoulder, it's his young white cat, hiding for his little black dog.
a perfect friend, to me, to us, and to his other cat and his various chickens.
hvala Mate, ti si moi priatel !
hvala Mate, ti si moi priatel !
ps.
if you have the chance, tell the representatives in your government that however wars are terrible they stop.
landmines however NEVER stop, so tell your government to stop using, selling, buying, producing those horrible things.
bullits are terrible, grenades even worse, but landmines are an absolute nightmare, as the wound and kill long after war is over !
(just imagine it's your kid, relative or friend).
