Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bailiff in Beli-Manastir is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit the streets. Beli-Manastir’s got this vibe, ya know? The old buildings on Trg Slobode, they’re like, whispering stories from ages ago. I’m cruisin’ down Ulica Kralja Tomislava, and I swear, I see this old dude selling pastries. I’m like, “Dude, hook me up!” Best decision ever. Those pastries? Pure magic.
But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Get to the mine, ASAP!” Ugh, the mine. It’s always something. So, I hop on my bike and zoom over. The roads are bumpy, and I’m dodging potholes like I’m in a video game.
When I finally get to the mine, it’s chaos. Workers are yellin’, machines are rumblin’, and I’m just tryin’ to figure out what’s goin’ on. Apparently, some guy named Marko got stuck in a shaft. Like, seriously? How does that even happen?
I rush over to the site. The air’s thick with dust and tension. I’m feelin’ all sorts of emotions—anger, worry, and a bit of that adrenaline rush. I mean, c’mon, Marko! You had one job!
As I’m tryin’ to coordinate the rescue, I spot this kid, maybe 10 years old, watchin’ from a distance. He’s got this look on his face, like he’s seen a ghost. I can’t help but think, “Man, this kid’s gonna have nightmares.”
Finally, after what feels like forever, they pull Marko out. He’s dirty, but alive. I’m relieved, but also kinda mad. “Dude, you gotta be more careful!” He just shrugs, like it’s no big deal.
After that drama, I need a breather. I head over to the local café on Ulica Školska. Grab a coffee, try to calm my nerves. The barista, she’s this cool chick named Ana. She’s got this infectious laugh. I tell her about the day, and she’s just crackin’ up. “Only in Beli-Manastir, right?”
I’m feelin’ a bit better, but then I remember I gotta check on some paperwork. Ugh, the paperwork! I head to the office on Ulica Vukovar. It’s like a maze in there. I’m tryna find my files, but it’s like they’ve vanished into thin air.
I’m diggin’ through stacks of papers, and I’m gettin’ more frustrated by the second. “Why is this place always a mess?” I mutter to myself. Finally, I find what I need, but not before spilling coffee all over my shirt. Great. Just great.
By the time I’m done, it’s dark outside. I step out, and the streets of Beli-Manastir are lit up. It’s kinda beautiful, in a gritty way. I take a deep breath, thinkin’ about how wild today was.
I hop back on my bike, ready to head home. I’m exhausted, but there’s this weird satisfaction in surviving the day. Beli-Manastir, you crazy little town, you never fail to surprise me.
As I ride through the streets, I can’t help but smile. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring? But for now, I’m just glad to be home.